The Autumn BallroomThey say that true love comes only one in a millionth to any single person in their whole life time, each moment is like nothing they could possibly conceive without truly acknowledging till they lose it forever. What happens if you twelve weeks in a cold, windy town during autumn to be with your one true love before the old Maples drags him back into their old tree trunks till next year? How would you spend them? How would you remember them? Could you bring yourself to walk through the trees afterwards in case you see his hand or face in the old bark?
"...History is forgetful and damaging,
I lost my daughter to a brain haemorrhaging,
So autumn comes in these vibrant colours,
Whispering offers and delighted changes,
I'll never hate her for what she's done.
Sometimes when I am alone,
In the cold winter months,
I ask myself,
What have I done?.."
This is your story, this is our story. Our Moment. Our Ballroom. Care to dance?
The General Information
In a small town in New York state is a road that runs through miles and miles of Maples trees, each Autumn they grow beautiful with their reds, browns, yellows, golds and oranges but this town has a small secret a man in a blue jacket is said to have been murdered here waiting for his true love. He was not fortunate enough to get his one in a millionth chance for his throat was cut and thrown into the trees, forgotten. Centuries later he is said to appear at the start of Autumn and leave as winter comes, searching for his true love.
This is a purely romantic story-line, not purely sex driven something more deeper more meaning full. Can you be his true love?This story has been taken, thank you kindly.