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The motorway hummed its way past the small village of La Tour-de-Peintures, a tiny blip on the map. I had always been drawn to this place – the water rushing beneath the bridge, the pebbles lining the streambed like a thousand tiny mirrors reflecting the sky above. It was here that I first met her, Mariee. A shy girl from the local village who loved nothing more than dancing under the stars and exploring the wild beauty of the surrounding countryside.
Those early days were carefree – we'd spend hours talking about our dreams and aspirations, our hearts full of hope for a brighter future. We'd walk through the woods, hand in hand, feeling invincible as we explored every hidden corner of this enchanted place. But life has a way of wearing down even the sturdiest of souls.
As I sit here now, my long hair blowing gently in the wind, I'm reminded of those simpler times – before reality set in and we were forced to grow up too quickly. Memories like these are bittersweet, a reminder that nothing lasts forever – not even love itself. Yet it's in these moments, with the water rushing past me, that I feel most alive. The world may be moving on without us, but here, under this bridge, time stands still. And for a moment, at least, we're young again.
