The perfect painting..

The first time she saw it..
it took her attention..

there were another ones..
but she didn't even look at them..
she saw it only..

some attraction ahppened between them..

she felt it's completing her by some way..

some strange feelings inside her, she can't explain..
all what she can say,

It's really perfect..

Maybe if another one looked at it, won't say the same words..
But for her, it was a fantastic..

actually a unique..

day after day..
she fallen in love with it..

she went to the gallery..

daily..
to stop in front of it, staring on it

(with big pleasure in her heart)..
she kept its details..
every small detail..
she kept them by heart..

daily..
just to watch it again and again..
and never did she get bored with doing that..

and as the usual,

when u really love something, u wanna to keep it in ur life forever..
and so did she..
she loved it deeply..
so, she wanted to have it for the rest of her life..

she began saving some money every day, in order to have the suitable price for it..

through that, she didn't stop going there..
Never..

she went there..

daily..
stops in front of it, stares on it

(with big pleasure in her heart)
watches its details..
every small detail..
(the details which she kept them by heart)

she waited 4 the right time (when she got the enough money)
but through that,

she kept going there..

daily..

stops in front of it, stares on it

(with big pleasure in her heart)

watches its details..

every small detail..

(the details which she kept them by heart)

and when it came.. the right time (as she thought),

she decided to go there and buy it :)

she went there, but not as her usual

(not as every time)
this time differs than every time..

she didn't stop out in front of it..
and why does she?

there's no need 4 that (she thought), after few minutes it'll be hers :)

she enterd the gallery (4 the first time)..
just thinking it'll be hers, filled her with a lot of beautiful feelings :)

she went to the gallery owner, to buy it..

she: "I wanna to buy that painting.."
the man: "which one?"
she: "that one (with a signal from her hand) "
the man: "I'm afraid u can not.."
she: "why? i brang a good price with me.."
the man: "really? can i see?"
the girl: "here u r (and showed him all the money with her)"
the man: "smiled" (but not a real smile, it was a fake one)
and contrary to what was expected he didn't welcome!

He shocked her by saying:

"no dear,

it's not enough,

it needs more!"

she told him about her loving 4 it..

and how long she kept coming to here just to watch it

she told him that she really loves it,

and she can't imagine her life without coming to here daily as she used to do..

she told him it's the only thing she really needed, and wanted to have 4 the rest of her life..

she tried to persuade him, with telling him that,

she loves it the most,

and so that, she'll care for it the best..

and even if another one came and wanted to get it..

It'll Never be as she does..

she said every thing, every word..

she did her all best..

to make him believe that, she deserves owning it..

but he didn't

didn't agree,

didn't persuade,

didn't beleive..

That she deserves to have it..

But he was kind in some way..

when he told her,

"about that u can't imagine ur life without coming her..

u can keep coming to here daily as u used to do.."

He missunderstood her..

she didn't mean coming to here..

she ment her special moments when she came her and watch it..

the pleasure it could give her by just

stopping in front of it, staring on it

(with big pleasure in her heart)
watches its details..
every small detail..
(the details which she kept them by heart)

but she couldn't say that..

all what she could say:

"Thanks"

she got out from the gallery..

disappointed, depressed, and shocked..

it was a big shock..

a big one that she can't deal with it..

it's a new kind of shocks, she has never ever had before..

she didn't cry..

she didn't complain..

just carried her pain inside herself, and kept smiling

as she always used to do..

she also kept goin' there..

daily..
stopping in front of it, staring on it

(with big pleasure in her heart, but no as the first!)

watches its details..

every small detail..

(the details which she kept them by heart)

trying to persuade herself, that if she really love it, she'll wish the best things for it..

and if another one came..

having more (than she got),

sure will loves it more than she does

and will care 4 it more than she would..

and will deserve it,

when she is not..

sometimes, when the yearning defeated her..

she thinks about talking to the man again..

may be he agree this time..

but then she remembers all what have been happened..

and that she has said every thing can be said..

and it will not be a usefulness to repeat an old words..

another thing prevents her from talking to him..

she's afraid that time he will not only refuse,

No,

who knows,

may be he also prevents her from coming to here again!

and that is a terrible thing she can't even imagine..

so, she preferred not to talk

she preferred silence..

and not talking to him about that again..

and be satisfied with only going there..

daily..
stopping in front of it, staring on it

(with big pleasure in her heart, maybe it's not as the first but it still gives her pleasure to be there)

watches its details..
every small detail..
(the details which she kept them by heart)

it's better than Nothing!

and just hoping that he once compassion for her daily coming there

(just to watch it)

and come to tell her that he believed she deserves

having it..

but she is afraid this day never come..

and she's afraid, one day she stop going there

daily

(as she used to do)

stopping in front of it, staring on i

(with big pleasure in her heart, that she used to have)

watches its details..

every small detail..

(the details which she kept them by heart)

and the big thing which really terrifying her..

when the right one came..

who has more than she does..

who'll care 4 it more than she would..

who'll deserve it, when she is not!

coz then,

she won't even has the right of coming there

daily

stopping in front of it, staring on it

(with the big pleasure in her heart)
watchs its details..
every small detail..
(the details which she kept them by heart..

and she'll always does)
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