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He had never exactly fit in the world. He had always lived life in his head. He hardly came out of his daydream. To others it was a weird thing, but to him… Well he thought it was weird too. He knew that he wasn't like the others. The things he felt they were too pure, too violent to describe. He loved. He loved. He had never met her, never knew her name, but he knew that he loved someone. She was out there, and perhaps someday they would meet.
Everything about him was poetic. His voice. When he spoke, however few words, it dripped of poetry and song. Nobody saw ever saw him without a pen and paper. Nobody ever saw what he wrote in the piece of paper.
All the girls who knew him, or knew about him, where curious to say the least. They all talked endlessly about the boy with dreamy eyes. With the perfect smile they seldom ever saw, those who have where a lucky few.
He was also lonely. He waited endlessly for his love, and did not know when she would come. He felt violently and sometimes it would show. Never in the public's eye, but alone, in his large and empty bedroom. He would sob. He would cry for the love he felt, he cried for the love he couldn't seem to find.
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She looked at her surroundings. Another city, this one looked as boring as the last.
She had always fit in so marvelously everywhere she went. She had always been accepted. Instantly popular. At least when it came to boys. The girls didn't know what to think of her. They had of course hated her a little out of spite. They had all been jealous of her flawless beauty and her flawless soprano. Oh yes, the girl could shatter glass if she wanted to with that voice, but apparently she preferred breaking hearts.
But there was also something unworldly about this girl. From time to time, her eyes would glaze over, and she would be in another world. It would be hours before her daydream would stop, and in the end she was always sad.
The girl seldom showed her true self to anyone. She never showed how lonely she was. How much she longed to meet the man. Because she had been born with a feeling of being in love. She knew that he was out there somewhere, and someday they would meet. And she would never have to pretend anymore.
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Well what do you guys think? I thought it was about time to post a Moulin story. I love the movie so much.
He had never exactly fit in the world. He had always lived life in his head. He hardly came out of his daydream. To others it was a weird thing, but to him… Well he thought it was weird too. He knew that he wasn't like the others. The things he felt they were too pure, too violent to describe. He loved. He loved. He had never met her, never knew her name, but he knew that he loved someone. She was out there, and perhaps someday they would meet.
Everything about him was poetic. His voice. When he spoke, however few words, it dripped of poetry and song. Nobody saw ever saw him without a pen and paper. Nobody ever saw what he wrote in the piece of paper.
All the girls who knew him, or knew about him, where curious to say the least. They all talked endlessly about the boy with dreamy eyes. With the perfect smile they seldom ever saw, those who have where a lucky few.
He was also lonely. He waited endlessly for his love, and did not know when she would come. He felt violently and sometimes it would show. Never in the public's eye, but alone, in his large and empty bedroom. He would sob. He would cry for the love he felt, he cried for the love he couldn't seem to find.
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She looked at her surroundings. Another city, this one looked as boring as the last.
She had always fit in so marvelously everywhere she went. She had always been accepted. Instantly popular. At least when it came to boys. The girls didn't know what to think of her. They had of course hated her a little out of spite. They had all been jealous of her flawless beauty and her flawless soprano. Oh yes, the girl could shatter glass if she wanted to with that voice, but apparently she preferred breaking hearts.
But there was also something unworldly about this girl. From time to time, her eyes would glaze over, and she would be in another world. It would be hours before her daydream would stop, and in the end she was always sad.
The girl seldom showed her true self to anyone. She never showed how lonely she was. How much she longed to meet the man. Because she had been born with a feeling of being in love. She knew that he was out there somewhere, and someday they would meet. And she would never have to pretend anymore.
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Well what do you guys think? I thought it was about time to post a Moulin story. I love the movie so much.