Post by dianahawthorne on Aug 20, 2008 14:10:30 GMT -5
Happily Ever After
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DISCLAIMER: Based off the movie "Young Cassidy". I don't own the movie or anything else recognisable.
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"I'm a small simple girl. I need a small simple life, not your terrible dreams and your anger."
Nora’s words broke my heart – I knew that she did indeed need a small, simple life, but I needed her. No matter what she said, about how she would hold me back, I knew that it wasn’t true. I needed her so much – she was my touchstone, my muse, the love of my life. She kept me grounded. When she left me, she broke my heart. I knew that I could not give up my dreams, but I could not reconcile myself to giving up Nora as well. When I boarded the ship that would take me to London, I knew that I might never see my darling Nora again. What would I do without her? Did she even regret leaving me? Did she even love me?
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I knew that if I went to London with Johnny I would only hold him back. I love him so much – I just can’t justify my own selfish desire to stay with him, to be his wife, when I know that one day he would regret asking me to marry him. Ever since he left for London three months ago, it has been harder and harder for me to be able to go on – so I bought a ticket on a train headed toward London.
I visited Mr. Yeats and Lady Gregory yesterday, and they gave me Johnny’s address. I will arrive in London in four days. I know that it is most likely a mistake, but I need to see for myself whether Johnny has moved on or not. I need him so much – every day I regret my decision to let him leave without me. Perhaps I will soon no longer have a cause for regret.
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It has been three months since I have last seen Nora – three months since that fateful day when she rejected my proposal of marriage and I was forced to leave for London alone. I have not been able to move on since then. Even though I had many lovers before I met Nora, I haven’t been able to bring myself to find one. Nora is the only woman I want – the one woman I need – and so I yearn for her still.
Though my plays have been very well-received in London, the triumph is hollow because Nora is not here to share my joy with me. Every night I wish that she would have accepted my proposal and come to London with me... but she did not. I don’t suppose there is any use in hoping for her to change her mind.
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I finally arrived in London and am already overwhelmed at the sights, sounds, smells, and the sheer amount of people crammed into this small space. The train station alone is almost enough to turn me around and send me back to Ireland, but I did not run. I need to see my Johnny, know that he’s moved on, before I go home.
Somehow I found a hansom cab and arrived at the building where Johnny lives. I walked up to the third floor and took a deep breath before knocking on his door. A sad, tired man opened the door – my Johnny.
“Hello, Johnny,” I said timidly. His entire countenance changed – he broke out into his familiar smile, his shoulders straightened, he stood up taller, and he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into a kiss, which I responded to fervently. Finally we broke apart and he showed me in to his flat.
“Hello, Nora,” he said calmly, as though we had not just kissed in the corridor.
“Johnny, I’m sorry,” I began. “I love you – I need you. And I know that it’s wrong of me to put my own selfish desires ahead of your career, but I cannot live without you.”
His eyes shone. “Nora, my love,” he started, taking my hands in his. “I love you so much – life without you is not life at all. I need you here with me – without you, nothing seems real. Will you marry me?” he asked me again. Once more I burst into tears, though this time, I gave him a different answer.
“Yes!” I sobbed, and collapsed in his embrace.
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Nora came back to me – Nora, my darling wife, who now is lying asleep in our bed, came back. Everything will be fine from now on – despite the hardships that will inevitably come, we will face them together.
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DISCLAIMER: Based off the movie "Young Cassidy". I don't own the movie or anything else recognisable.
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"I'm a small simple girl. I need a small simple life, not your terrible dreams and your anger."
Nora’s words broke my heart – I knew that she did indeed need a small, simple life, but I needed her. No matter what she said, about how she would hold me back, I knew that it wasn’t true. I needed her so much – she was my touchstone, my muse, the love of my life. She kept me grounded. When she left me, she broke my heart. I knew that I could not give up my dreams, but I could not reconcile myself to giving up Nora as well. When I boarded the ship that would take me to London, I knew that I might never see my darling Nora again. What would I do without her? Did she even regret leaving me? Did she even love me?
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I knew that if I went to London with Johnny I would only hold him back. I love him so much – I just can’t justify my own selfish desire to stay with him, to be his wife, when I know that one day he would regret asking me to marry him. Ever since he left for London three months ago, it has been harder and harder for me to be able to go on – so I bought a ticket on a train headed toward London.
I visited Mr. Yeats and Lady Gregory yesterday, and they gave me Johnny’s address. I will arrive in London in four days. I know that it is most likely a mistake, but I need to see for myself whether Johnny has moved on or not. I need him so much – every day I regret my decision to let him leave without me. Perhaps I will soon no longer have a cause for regret.
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It has been three months since I have last seen Nora – three months since that fateful day when she rejected my proposal of marriage and I was forced to leave for London alone. I have not been able to move on since then. Even though I had many lovers before I met Nora, I haven’t been able to bring myself to find one. Nora is the only woman I want – the one woman I need – and so I yearn for her still.
Though my plays have been very well-received in London, the triumph is hollow because Nora is not here to share my joy with me. Every night I wish that she would have accepted my proposal and come to London with me... but she did not. I don’t suppose there is any use in hoping for her to change her mind.
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I finally arrived in London and am already overwhelmed at the sights, sounds, smells, and the sheer amount of people crammed into this small space. The train station alone is almost enough to turn me around and send me back to Ireland, but I did not run. I need to see my Johnny, know that he’s moved on, before I go home.
Somehow I found a hansom cab and arrived at the building where Johnny lives. I walked up to the third floor and took a deep breath before knocking on his door. A sad, tired man opened the door – my Johnny.
“Hello, Johnny,” I said timidly. His entire countenance changed – he broke out into his familiar smile, his shoulders straightened, he stood up taller, and he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into a kiss, which I responded to fervently. Finally we broke apart and he showed me in to his flat.
“Hello, Nora,” he said calmly, as though we had not just kissed in the corridor.
“Johnny, I’m sorry,” I began. “I love you – I need you. And I know that it’s wrong of me to put my own selfish desires ahead of your career, but I cannot live without you.”
His eyes shone. “Nora, my love,” he started, taking my hands in his. “I love you so much – life without you is not life at all. I need you here with me – without you, nothing seems real. Will you marry me?” he asked me again. Once more I burst into tears, though this time, I gave him a different answer.
“Yes!” I sobbed, and collapsed in his embrace.
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Nora came back to me – Nora, my darling wife, who now is lying asleep in our bed, came back. Everything will be fine from now on – despite the hardships that will inevitably come, we will face them together.
