I sat on the sandy shore with the breeze blowing my hair with caress. There I was again in my sanctuary, listening to an old man with a story of love. His story wasn't new to me. In fact, I've heard it more than a hundred times. it wasn't a fairy-tale like story, concluding a happy ending. His story, was a story of despair, of grief, and of regret. As he perfectly described the image of his beloved lady, I've proven how great his love was for her. And even after the length of time that have elapsed, his love for her never faded. he had the love that could climb every mountain and cross every ocean for his lady, but too bad, he did not have that little courage to tell the lady how he feels. His story wasn't the best story that I've ever heard. But his story, was the story that taught me a lot. With his story, I had promised to myself, I will fight for love!
**creative writing workshop#2___
Notes: What creative writers do is "to show", not "to tell".
