– it’s over, she said

– over? but wasn’t it over anyway?, he asked

– you know how it is with hope. the guiding light that appears at the end of the tunnel can so often turn out to be a burning blaze, a hell.

– you okay? you seem… rattled.

– when you’re reading a book you truly love, it’s never easy to reach the last page and put it down. but it’s finally time to put this book away.

– so it’s over?

– yes. she went. he was there. and he was still everything she’d remembered him to be. but, this time, as they were sitting on the steps of a beautiful hall overlooking the lives of the traffic and people in the city below, she realized that she was no longer the girl who could be – she’d become the girl who had been. this time, unlike the other times, it wasn’t her head that said no, it was her tired, weary heart that said no more. so, at the end, she didn’t make any effort to ask when can i see you again. she said goodbye, he said goodbye. and then, she walked away.

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart
“Let love grow”
But my heart told my head
“This time no
This time no”

– Mumford and Son’s Winter winds


~ by translating for peas on June 9, 2010.

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