Emilia

[Killerish221]

As the sun set over the magnificent Tuscan villa which we lived in I thought on how magnificent that sunset look and then she came.

Emilia. She was a women of 19 with chestnut hair and luscious blue eyes. She had the gift that most women wanted. The gift to look younger then she actually is. Many a time when we have been in town had she been mistaken for a young women of 15 but that only rarely happens when outsiders do come to this most splendid place, high on the hills, in the countryside of Tuscany.

She looked at me with a look that i can not describe. It was a look of sadness and a look of joy. She whispered the one thing that I enjoy to hear each night "I love you".

And with these words she ran. I chased after her for what seem like an age but I was unable to reach her. And now it is here I lie in the room where we once had many fond memories of the time before that day.

[ballerscuba]

Sorry for not responding earlier. I was kind of expecting more. It's good so I want more. Most of all, I want a "why." Why did she go?

[Killerish221]

I will write more in due course perhaps tommorow k Ballers?

[Killerish221]

Awh screw it I will write some now

[Killerish221]

As the sun set over the magnificent Tuscan villa which we lived in I thought on how magnificent that sunset look and then she came.

Emilia. She was a women of 19 with chestnut hair and luscious blue eyes. She had the gift that most women wanted. The gift to look younger then she actually is. Many a time when we have been in town had she been mistaken for a young women of 15 but that only rarely happens when outsiders do come to this most splendid place, high on the hills, in the countryside of Tuscany.

She looked at me with a look that i can not describe. It was a look of sadness and a look of joy. She whispered the one thing that I enjoy to hear each night "I love you".

And with these words she ran. I chased after her for what seem like an age but I was unable to reach her. And now it is here I lie in the room where we once had many fond memories of the time before that day.

I spent many a year wondering why she left and one day I saw her once more in the Tuscan market. She was not the women I once knew. Her hands were wrinkled and worn to the bone. I wondered what could have happened for this most beautiful women had been reduced to nothing more than a women of say 50 or 60, whereas I knew she was a young women of 25. I went up to her and asked her what had become of her after she left me and why she left me on that night. I learnt that she had been in debt to a Jewish merchant and that in order to pay off the debt that she owned him she had to become his personal maid for 4 years. Since then she has been wandering each day a long the market in order to find me and try to make us become one again. I contemplated and it was then I learnt that the true meaning of love it was not just simple lust, no it was a more powerful thing that envelopes you in its warm glow. She had waited 4 years for me and what had I done? Simply wallowed in the fact that I had lost her. Well it was now going to change. So it was then that we both walked back to the villa. Our Home