A Love Beyond Time Love Story in English Text Sms Messages

 

A Love Beyond Time Love Story in English Text Sms Messages

The Sun Was Going Down Above The Quaint Little Town Of Ashford, And The Warm Orange Glow Poured Over The Cobbled Streets And The Long Lines Of Charming Houses. The Air Smelled Heavily Of Fresh Bread From The Bakery-It Was Warm And, In The Distance, Could Be Heard Faintly Coming From A Street Violinist Who Was Cornered At That Particular Junction Of City Life. Eleanor Was That Evening Crowd; She Was Standing Outside A Small Bookshop With Her Fingers Lightly Tracing The Edges Of A Book On Display. Somehow, Pages Found Peace In A Well-Studied Mind, And The Town, Albeit Small, Was Really Her Refuge - For The Life Of Her, She Had Never Been Truly At Home Anywhere Else.

Eleanor Had Turned Out To Be One Of Those Silent Observers. Most Of Her Life Had Been Spent Reading, Penning Thoughts Down And Dreaming Things That Seemed To Be Out Of Reach. For Example, Love. She Completely Wanted To Experience The Feeling Of Being Swept Off Her Feet And Falling Into Something Pure And All-Consuming Like All Those Love-Struck Characters. Life Indeed Has Its Own Little Favors However With Her Warm Family And Supportive Friends. Even Though She Had Not Experienced Love Like Those In Books, She Felt At Peace. Or At Least Told Herself So.

She Stood There For An Evening At The Bookshop And Suddenly, Her Attention Went To A Man Who Walked Past Her. He Was Calm, Had Dark Hair Falling Slightly Over His Forehead, And Had Eyes That Went Blank With Thought. Tall And Well-Built, His Frame Was One That Remained Fit As Though He Lived An Active Life Yet Possessed A Quiet Grace, Standing Out In Busy Town-Square Streets.The Evening Went By As She Stood In The Bookshop; The Eyes Focused On A Man Who Walked Past. He Was Cool, Had Dark Hair Falling Almost Over His Forehead, And Had Eyes That Were Lost In Thought. Tall And Broad-Shouldered, He Created The Impression Of A Man Who Would Be Used To Exercise, But He Had A Quiet Grace Which Made Him Seem Out Of Place In The Busy Town Square.

At That Time He Noticed Eleanor Staring At Him, And For A Moment Their Eyes Met. There Was Something Flickering In His Gaze As It Opened For Her Just In The Moment Before, And Turned Before She Could Step Forward And Invite Him To Stay. He Was Already Walking Away Now Disappearing Into The Crowd. Eleanor's Heart Stopped, Confused About What Just Happened. It Seemed As If A Connection Had Sparked During That Time, Something She Couldn't Quite Articulate. For The Days That Followed, The Impression Wouldn't Lift From Eleanor That Somehow She Had Seen Him Before, That He Belonged To Some Time When They Had Met Before, And Each Day She Would Pass The Same Corner Where This Picture Had Been, Only To Be Disappointed Again To Find Him Not There.

Then One Cold Afternoon, She Was Sitting Inside A Bookshop Probably To Ward Off The Colds, And There He Was Again- By The Poetry Section. This Time She Did Not Need Time To Think. She Stepped Up To Him, Unsure But Feeling Her Heart Pound. Excuse Me, She Said, Voice Low But Steady. I Am Pretty Sure I've Seen You Around. Are You New To Ashford?. The Man Turned Toward Her, Lips Curling Into A Very Small But Warm Smile. I Think I’ve Seen You Too, He Said. "Though I Can’t Quite Remember Where. But Yes, I’m New. I Just Moved In Last Week. Eleanor Smiled Back At The Man. "Oh, Well, I'm Eleanor. I've Lived Here For A While Now And Honestly Enjoyed It So Much. It's A Beautiful Place, Right?. It Is, He Agreed, Deep, Calming Voice And All. "I'm Oliver, By The Way. It's A Pleasure Meeting You, Eleanor.

That Day They Talked For Far More Than Just An Hour. They Both Lost Concept Of Time Due To Each Other Sharing Favorites Of Books And Authors As Well As Their Dreams. There Was Something About Oliver That Made Eleanor Feel That She Became Visible In A Way, Like Never Before. He Listened To Her With One Strange Depth, Giving The Impression That Whatever She Said Mattered. She Knew She Was Going To Open Up To Him In Ways She Had Never Before Thought Possible - As If Their Souls Had United Way Before Their Bodies Met. After Which, Eleanor And Oliver Did Ultimately Start Hanging Out. To The Bookshop, Stroll Through The Quiet Streets Of The Town, Talking About All Things And Nothing; It Would Not Be But A Few Days For Eleanor To Realize That She Was Falling For Him-Deeply, Completely. Kind, Thoughtful, Gentle Oliver. 

Yet, Something Else About Him Would Not Rest Easy Within Her. It Was Sort Of As If He Were Keeping A Secret, One Thing About Him That Felt Both Eternal And Fleeting. One Night After Sitting Beside The Town River, Which Had Been Reflecting The Pink And Purple Hues Of A Sunset Sky, Eleanor Could No Longer Contain Her Words. She Looked Into His Eyes As She Said Softly, Severely Trembling, Oliver, I Have To Tell You Something." "I Guess I'm Falling In Love With You. Oliver Gazed At Her A Short Moment, His Expression Unreadable. Then Gently, He Reached For Her Hand And Took It Into His. He Said, His Voice Low And Rich With Emotion, Eleanor I Feel The Same. I Have Never Felt This Way In My Life Before. But You Need To Know Something About Me. Her Heart Beat Quickly While She Awaited His Continuation. He Paused, Struggling To Find The Best Words.

Finally, I Don't Belong Here, He Said. Not In This Time, Not In This Place. I'm From Somewhere Else. Somewhere Distant. Far In The Past. I Am Do Not Know How To Say This To You But It Is The Truth. You See, I Brought To This Moment By Reasons Beyond My Understand. It All Sounds Crazy, But I Have Been Searching For You All My Life. Eleanor Was Taken Aback. She Did Not Know What To Say Or How To Respond. Oliver Seemed So Earnest, So Sincere, Yet What He Was Saying Felt Impossible. With Her Mind Racing, She Squeezed His Hand. Well, It Doesn't Matter Where You Come From, She Replied Softly, In A Voice That Seemed To Steel Itself. It Matters Who You Are Now. And Now, You Are Here, With Me. Emotion Glistened In Oliver's Eye While He Looked At Her And Said, I Wish I Could Stay Here With You. But Such Is Not The Case. My Stay Is Not Forever. I Was Called Back To Where I Hailed. Eleanor's Eyes Threatened To Flow Tears But She Held Them Back And Leaned Forward, Kissing Him Softly As If Trying To Capture The Moment, Freeze Time Itself.

I Love You, She Whispered, As Though The Words Were Breaking Her Heart Into Pieces. And No Matter Where You Go, I Will Forever Love You. I Love You," He Said With A Sad Smile That Matched The One In Her Eyes. "I Always Will, Eleanor. With That, He Got To His Feet And Took A Step Back As Stars Across The Evening Sky Began Twinkling. He Seemed To Have Dissolved For A Moment Into The Background, And Even Before Eleanor Could Utter A Word, He Was Gone. She Stood There Alone, Eleanor, Above The Tumultuous River With Her Heart Shredded Amid Grieving And Loving. She Didn't Know How It Happened Or Why-It Was Enough To Know, One Clear Thing, That She Would Bear In Her Life The Love They Had And Would Remain Theirs For All Ages And In All Places.

When Years Later She Entered The World With Oliver's Memory In Her Heart, She Still Routinely Trekked To The River, Hoping Against Hope, Even If She Knew Deep Within That It Would Be Impossible, That He Would Someday Return. But She Learned From The Time He Was With Her-The Kind Of Love They Experienced Was Never Limited By Time. It Had Been Eternal, And Wherever He Might Be, He Knew He Would Always Be With Her. Eleanor, On The Annual Occasions, When The Sun Was Filling Up The Sky With Color, And The Coolness Of Air Began To Be Felt, Closed Her Eyes And Thought Of Him With The Feeling, Like Love Had Sewn Their Souls Together In A Manner That Nothing Could Ever Uncoil.