mmmmm I don't think I would make this womman
breakfast: I would cook dinner: pour wine,
flowers: but not breakfast: or a caravan/tent holiday: South of France , yes: but not a
tent/camping: washing in a field adventure: (its the little jacket! its tooooooo prim!)
She had been waiting for a long time. After
he had left for his hometown, no one ever
asked or knew what he was up to. For those
years of waiting, she had been busy with many
things.
Going back, she arrived in the town just
before the evening came. As she walked
through the busy streets, she noticed happy
people passing by her. The atmosphere was
different, unlike what she had experienced in
her residence back in those days.
Upon arriving on the destined place, she
entered the hotel and saw guests clad in
elaborate clothing. Among the crowd was a
woman, who smiled and approached her as if
welcoming an old friend.
"Hello, Beatrix."
She turned. "Hi, Cherry. Good
evening."
"It's nice to see you here. I knew that
you were invited." Cherry replied.
"Oh?" said Beatrix, surprised.
"How'd you know?"
Before Cherry could reply, a tall, handsome
guy approached the two ladies and greeted,
"Hello, how are you doing?"
Beatrix fell silent. She didn't know what to
say. For a moment, Beatrix kept quiet and
then replied,
"I'll leave you guys to talk first.
Excuse me."
Tears fell from Beatrix's lovely blue eyes as
she stood at the balcony. She didn't expect
that they would meet again after 27 years.
They were close back in Harvard University,
yet time wasn't kind enough. In the midst of
a blooming romance, a patriotic mission had
to pull them apart. Those days were gone. She
was all by herself at that moment, not until
she heard footsteps once more.
"Are you okay?" a voice behind her
asked.
Immediately, Beatrix recognized the voice.
Tears began to fall again.
"Listen, Beatrix. I'm really sorry about
what happened to us, but, let me tell you...
I never erased a single memory of you from my
mind."
Deeply touched, Beatrix turned to look at the
man she loved. Since they went their separate
ways, his appearance had changed so much.
Yet, the love still remained.
"Mark..." Beatrix whispered softly
as she threw her arms around her long-lost
lover.
"I love you, Beatrix. Please don't leave
me again." Mark replied, holding Beatrix
close to his heart.
****
This capture is really inspiring, so my
inspiration struck... I wrote just a simple
story:)
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Foxglove (76 months ago | reply)
mmmmm I don't think I would make this womman breakfast: I would cook dinner: pour wine, flowers: but not breakfast:
or a caravan/tent holiday:
South of France , yes: but not a tent/camping: washing in a field adventure:
(its the little jacket! its tooooooo prim!)
Carrie Musgrave | Livebabylive.com (75 months ago | reply)
Very classic feel...nice!
G √ (75 months ago | reply)
Great.
What year was the doll made or what year was the photo taken?
Manuela. (75 months ago | reply)
Linda linda e linda!!!!!
Amo Barbies. ;)
Letícia (MF) (74 months ago | reply)
perfeita
http://flickr.com/photos/valiii [deleted] (65 months ago | reply)
just perfect, no more words :)
Coco rococo (48 months ago | reply)
lovely. :-)
melanieong4ever (44 months ago | reply)
She had been waiting for a long time. After he had left for his hometown, no one ever asked or knew what he was up to. For those years of waiting, she had been busy with many things.
Going back, she arrived in the town just before the evening came. As she walked through the busy streets, she noticed happy people passing by her. The atmosphere was different, unlike what she had experienced in her residence back in those days.
Upon arriving on the destined place, she entered the hotel and saw guests clad in elaborate clothing. Among the crowd was a woman, who smiled and approached her as if welcoming an old friend.
"Hello, Beatrix."
She turned. "Hi, Cherry. Good evening."
"It's nice to see you here. I knew that you were invited." Cherry replied.
"Oh?" said Beatrix, surprised. "How'd you know?"
Before Cherry could reply, a tall, handsome guy approached the two ladies and greeted,
"Hello, how are you doing?"
Beatrix fell silent. She didn't know what to say. For a moment, Beatrix kept quiet and then replied,
"I'll leave you guys to talk first. Excuse me."
Tears fell from Beatrix's lovely blue eyes as she stood at the balcony. She didn't expect that they would meet again after 27 years. They were close back in Harvard University, yet time wasn't kind enough. In the midst of a blooming romance, a patriotic mission had to pull them apart. Those days were gone. She was all by herself at that moment, not until she heard footsteps once more.
"Are you okay?" a voice behind her asked.
Immediately, Beatrix recognized the voice. Tears began to fall again.
"Listen, Beatrix. I'm really sorry about what happened to us, but, let me tell you... I never erased a single memory of you from my mind."
Deeply touched, Beatrix turned to look at the man she loved. Since they went their separate ways, his appearance had changed so much. Yet, the love still remained.
"Mark..." Beatrix whispered softly as she threw her arms around her long-lost lover.
"I love you, Beatrix. Please don't leave me again." Mark replied, holding Beatrix close to his heart.
****
This capture is really inspiring, so my inspiration struck... I wrote just a simple story:)
iyay08 (41 months ago | reply)
this is one of the few barbie pictures in this site that shows barbie's got an innocent side.
I Doll You (35 months ago | reply)
Hi, I'm an admin for a group called Fantasy Barbie, and we'd love to have this added to the group!
Next Top Barbie (25 months ago | reply)
gorgeous =)
Enchanticals (21 months ago | reply)
She is beautiful. Marsha