It was a beautiful spring evening. The sun was already settling down on the western horizon. The setting sun had turned the sky red, fading into orange in places. Despite the late hour, it was warm for the time of year. A couple was strolling along the street that ran alongside a narrow, quiet river. They walked very slowly, huddled together, admiring the wonders of nature. They engaged in a lively discussion, and not just about the view before them.
"This is exactly how I imagine paradise. Surrounded by beautiful nature, a babbling river, a magnificent sunset. In the arms of the person I love most. I love you more than anything in the world," the man said with utter conviction.
"I love you too. I wish we could always live in such harmony," the woman walking beside him replied. "People can say a lot, but then they forget what they said. I know you're always honest with me and you'll never lie to me."
"I will always be with you and I will never allow anyone to lie to you or hurt you." His voice was full of warmth and love.
The lovers stopped and noticed that the sun had long since disappeared below the horizon, and the moon reigned supreme in the sky, along with its companions in the form of stars. The man embraced the woman tenderly and kissed her passionately. He knew she wanted it, but he only did it out of habit. He had done it many times before. He had long since stopped feeling pleasure from it. After a moment, they both continued toward her house. She was captivated by the moment, wishing that time would never again move forward. She longed to stop in this particular place and time. Her partner was very silent. He believed it was because he loved her and was deeply moved by their closeness. However, he only wanted to free himself from her embrace and be left alone.
The next day was as lovely as the previous one. The sun once again nestled against its pillow, prepared far away, where the sky met the earth. It was here that the light of that day faded and surrendered its kingdom to its powerful ruler, the moon. They were lovers; everyone knew that one could not exist without the other, but they would never be united. They were like Romeo and Juliet. Yet they could not give their lives for their love; their suffering was eternal, without any hope for a better tomorrow. The scene from yesterday repeated itself today. The same beautiful view, the same river, the same words spoken in the same way, and only the woman was different. Yesterday's slender, tall blonde had been replaced by a brunette with curly hair and a figure reminiscent of a teenage girl. The man no longer felt the pangs of guilt that had plagued him yesterday. During yesterday's meeting, he had glimpsed the thought that his partner was, excuse me, already used up. He left her and decided that to cheer himself up, he'd find another girl who wouldn't demand so much of him. She wouldn't ask him to tell her he loved her, wouldn't tell him when he was wrong, wouldn't criticize him. He sent his previous girlfriend a message:
"I'm sorry, honey, but I don't think we're right for each other. We're too far apart, I need a lot of peace and solitude right now to get things back on track. Don't contact me, it's pointless."
His conscience was clear. He'd written to her that they couldn't be together because... she was another acquaintance he'd fallen in love with, and as soon as he felt he needed to engage in something beyond nighttime affairs, he got scared and ran away. He decided to find someone who wouldn't be committed. This would be another victim of his Peter Pan-esque mentality. Hidden within the skin of a mature man was a child who longed to be an adult. However, adulthood has two sides: beauty and everything it entails, but also a darker side. Making difficult decisions and bearing responsibility for them. Adulthood sounds proud. However, few people can boast knowing its true face—the face of suffering, concern for others, and responsibility for every single act. Each of his women trusted him with his beautiful eyes and words. However, after their adventure with him, none of his companions will be the same. Each of these women will bear a grave wound inflicted by a refined tormentor, through life. Each will go their own way, but only a few will be able to learn anything beyond hatred and loathing for the opposite sex, because only a few will be mature enough to admit their mistakes, rise from their knees, and write new pages in the book called life...
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