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This reminds of the chance I never got with that one girl😣

I wish we were back together, I miss him.

It was his kindness I fell in love with. The way he looked out for me. The way he loved making me laugh. Him and I live over 5,000 miles away from each other, but once I fell in love with him, that distance didn't seem to matter to me anymore. He caught me at the right time, he confessed only three days after I fell for him. Truth is, I didn't want to like him at all. I was scared. Scared that I'd end up being hurt again. I had no reason to. He treated me better than any boy I had ever known, despite how far away we were. Between late nights laughing on the phone, and early mornings before school, I began to love him more and more. I'd wait for hours just to see his name show up on my screen, even if I never knew how to properly pronounce it. The foreign sounds that flowed so easily out of his mouth got all jumbled up in mine. He promised he'd teach me his native language, Romanian, but so far we haven't gotten to it. We're still young, I'm only 16 and he's 17. I knew the phrase, "young love never lasts," but I hoped it wasn't true. I knew this time was different. It wasn't different. We're very similar to each other, that's one of the main reasons why we got so close in the first place. However, with that being said, it also means that we have a lot of the same struggles. We both suffer from bad mental health issues, and as of a few weeks ago, they've just been getting worse and worse. I guess I started to rely on him a lot to alleviate my pain, and he was doing the same. We slowly started drifting away and I knew what was coming next, but I tried my best to deny it. It was 11:00 pm for him, and 4:00 pm for me. With my blankets wrapped around me to shield myself from the cold winter afternoon, we said our final goodbyes. We're still friends, but I know it'll never be the same. I'll never have him in the way I used to. I'll never hear him say my name with affection again. I'll never laugh as much around him as I used to, because I know it can't make him as happy anymore. It was his kindness I was met with when our love ended. The distance between us seems larger now that he's gone. I'm scared that I'll love you forever, Rares.

I cry every time i remember this soundtrack in the movie, they were so perfect for each other

THANK YOU

I know she will never feel the same way I do for her, I just wish It wasn't so painful.

Them : "How many times did u listen to this?" Me : "yes..."

I’m sobbing I feel like it’s a nostalgic song , I will always remember the first time I watched this movie

What version of the song is this? It ends differently and I love it! I need answers please!

🥀🥀🥀🥀💔❤️‍🩹

I need this 8hour long video to sleep please

I glimpsed at my windowsill from my hallway as I took my jacket off. It was pouring heavily outside, on a quiet fall's evening. Memories flooded my mind, memories of how we used to be. My eyes held back tears, and I shook my head, trying to ignore them. I made my way to the kitchen to make myself a warm cup of tea. I come closer to the windowsill, carrying the cup in my shaky cold hands. I sat quietly on the windowsill, and covered my bare legs with a blanket. My eyes were so wet and tired from previously crying, I didn't want to exhaust myself again. But they were so flooded with sadness, dripping down my cheek against my will. Remember how we sat on this windowsill together? All those years ago, before any of this happened, before you told me you never loved me, we made our way into this apartment, feeling all the freedom in the world together. We felt unstoppable. My life felt like a romance movie with you. At least, I think it did. "Sit here with me. I want to be with you," you'd tell me, when I was gullible enough to believe it. You'd kiss the top of my head and tell me you'd never let me go. That I was only yours, and we would grow old together. I never knew you were such a good liar. We would dance together, warm inside from that night's wine. You would take me into your arms late at night, and comfort me early in the morning. You'd run away with me, in the soft rain, and we would life our lives to the fullest together. You'd take me on late night dates, run away with me on busses. Run away from our problems. I loved you. I can't believe I'm writing the words 'loved,' now. I'm unable to really tell if you loved me back. My eyes are red and sore, my hands cold. You used to warm them up whenever I felt this way. Oh, my love, please tell me. Are white lies as bad as cruel ones? I did not know your words of affection were lies at that time. Maybe that was what made it worse.

I miss her so badly

This just makes me imagine someone who's in bed, staring at a picture frame of a mother or father, who has recently passed away, tears well in their eyes as they stare at the picture, thinking "why did they have to leave? I could have spent longer with them, yet I was so selfish." Until they finally turn their back to the picture frame and eventually fall asleep.

İstanbullu Gelin dizisinin müziği bu olabilir... Esma Sultan Süreyya sahneleri için 😊

This magic and painful soundtrack of this great cinematography artwork of LALALOVE LAND....is the only one machine of our bad and good memories we have lived at all circumstances....because that means life like she would have been....thanks.

😭😭😭

Beautiful, I love this version of the song. I wanted to ask, is this a version that's available elsewhere (because it ends differently than the original one) or was this a version you played? Where can I find it?

lt's even better at a lower pitch and tempo. Just gonna imagine my life with someome for about 7 minutes now thanks

❤️❤️❤️

So beautiful 🧡

This reminds me everyday of my parents and my aunt who are now gone such a sad but wonderful time for me but the music does help now I'm all alone no family at all now that's an interesting feeling to go along with this song don't you think

So good thank you 😊

Es una interpretación maravillosa. Te alegra el alma y a mis células me generan escalofríos bellísima.

Hadn't heard this in a long time🤔! Why am I crying? 😢

Today is Friday. Working from home, the apartment is quiet and this in the background. Makes me feel so peaceful!

Did you play this version? Or does this version of the song exist somewhere else online? I like the way this version ends instead of how the original ends.

To all the damsels in distress 🥂

the sound is horrible

this literally takes me to the backrooms its so relaxing but at the back of your mind it feels like something's not right

this is my favorite video on RUclips.

Very nice and cool ☺️

😍

this song is my definition of love.

How relaxing, it makes me float.

I always listen to this to be reminded of the love we can't have.

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Eu confessei a Jesus que sou má, para que Ele perdoe meu pecado e me sare.

Thank you for Beautiful music. I can listen over and over again. Some how it makes me cry. Love that you put the rain in the background.

Es la película y la música más hermosa que he escuchado. Me transporta, me saca lágrimas, honestamente no entiendo. Solo se que me facina

Pensei que era só eu que dormia escutando 🥰

Thank you for making this! It is so soothing I could listen to this on repeat for hours, its just beautiful!

I wanna cry.

Thanking for playing this theme so beautifully, very touching...

A short story i wrote along- POV: you find your first love at the wrong time - Our Winter Christmas was around the corner when I was about to move to another country. “Perhaps this Christmas holiday was worth it.” I said to myself as I was packing the books from my bookshelf. It’s a great thing that I have kept every single book I’ve ever owned since childhood. Every book had some nostalgic essence of memories in their pages. I smiled looking at the ‘Bed Time’ story book my mother used to read to me every single night till her last breath. I kissed the book as I kept it safely in the carton. “Oh, I missed one” It was the only book at the top shelf I wonder what it could be. I went back to the other room to fetch a stool to stand on. I climbed up the stool and carefully took it off the self and a necklace fell down along with it. I picked it up from the floor along with my feelings that were attached with the necklace. I remember it was a book that Victor gifted me on my 19th birthday along with this necklace and right after a week we broke up. He was selected at his dream musical university and had to move away. I was happy for him, sad at the same time maybe. I wept over him for a month and eventually moved on and here I am, getting married to someone else the next year, but something about him was strange, magical at the same time. I don’t know what was, but his presence felt like an enchanted daydream. Maybe that is what first love always feels like, “Special” I smiled at the book and kept it on the table. I never actually completed the book. After we broke up I wanted to move on, and hence I pulled myself to reach the top most shelves so as to hide it away from me. But oh did it work. Perhaps it did after some time. I started living on myself and eventually grew up without his presence. Whenever I thought about him I always felt a feeling of warmth that he must be happy wherever he was. With me or without me, didn’t really matter as long as he was happy. I guess that is what we call love. It was almost twilight when I finally finished packing. I left the book on the table and had whole night in my hand so I decided to get some coffee. I lit up the stove and heated up some water, poured it into my mug and the fresh smell of roasted coffee filled my kitchen. I walked into my room with the coffee in my hand when it started to pour outside. The little cold droplets of rain leaped the window sill to kiss my feet, the smell of wet earth, the warmth of the coffee that I held in my hand, the welcoming light of the table lamp and everything in that room held me captive for a moment. It made me realize how detached I was with the world around me for years to not appreciate these moments. All of a sudden my mind struck as I heard a very nostalgic tune. It was coming from the window from the apartment right beside mine. “This can’t be” I spoke to myself. I immediately recognized the melody; it was exactly similar to the one I heard almost six years ago. memory “Alice, look, it’s raining” Victor exclaimed and looked at me. “Guess we are stuck now” I looked at him. We were at a park shade near the bus stop waiting for our bus as it started to pour. “Let’s go!” he held my wrist and ran towards the fountain. “Victor, we will catch cold” I yelled while smiling. “Oh this is a shower of love my darling” he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. “Look” he said pointing at the people feeling disappointed at the shower. “These are the people who lack warmth in their life and are totally detached from the world. Only the dreamers perceive the nature the way it should be perceived. You know your lover is one of them?” “I can clearly see it in your eyes” I smiled. “May I?” he asked me out for a dance. I offered him my hand and he sang a melody of the composition he was working on. He said it was a song he was composing for me. Nevertheless it was our song. Everytime I went over to his place his would serenade me with this song and I eventually learned the lyrics while singing along with him. *“lyrics”* “I want to live this moment forever” I whispered as I embraced him tight as we rocked back and forth until the bus arrived. “I love you” he whispered into my ears kissing my neck with a soft affectionate smile. “I love you more” I said as I held his hand and got on my bus. present I recalled that moment closing my eyes. And how good were those days where I didn’t had to think so much about my life and live free. I leaned closer to my window to hear the faded tune better. To make sure if it was the same tune I was thinking of. Although their window was closed but who could ever imprison music? She had her freedom so she broke the boundaries and spoke out. I closed my eyes and tried to follow up the muffled sound. I was stunned at myself for remembering each and every single word in the lyrics as I sang along the frail melody. I didn’t even notice the music stop. Someone waved at me through the window. It was hard to see as it was raining. I clenched my eyes and unexpectedly the rain paused. It was him. “Victor?” I whispered to myself.

A short story i wrote along- POV: you find your first love at the wrong time - *Our Winter* Christmas was around the corner when I was about to move to another country. “Perhaps this Christmas holiday was worth it.” I said to myself as I was packing the books from my bookshelf. It’s a great thing that I have kept every single book I’ve ever owned since childhood. Every book had some nostalgic essence of memories in their pages. I smiled looking at the ‘Bed Time’ story book my mother used to read to me every single night till her last breath. I kissed the book as I kept it safely in the carton. “Oh, I missed one” It was the only book at the top shelf I wonder what it could be. I went back to the other room to fetch a stool to stand on. I climbed up the stool and carefully took it off the self and a necklace fell down along with it. I picked it up from the floor along with my feelings that were attached with the necklace. I remember it was a book that Victor gifted me on my 19th birthday along with this necklace and right after a week we broke up. He was selected at his dream musical university and had to move away. I was happy for him, sad at the same time maybe. I wept over him for a month and eventually moved on and here I am, getting married to someone else the next year, but something about him was strange, magical at the same time. I don’t know what was, but his presence felt like an enchanted daydream. Maybe that is what first love always feels like, “Special” I smiled at the book and kept it on the table. I never actually completed the book. After we broke up I wanted to move on, and hence I pulled myself to reach the top most shelves so as to hide it away from me. But oh did it work. Perhaps it did after some time. I started living on myself and eventually grew up without his presence. Whenever I thought about him I always felt a feeling of warmth that he must be happy wherever he was. With me or without me, didn’t really matter as long as he was happy. I guess that is what we call love. It was almost twilight when I finally finished packing. I left the book on the table and had whole night in my hand so I decided to get some coffee. I lit up the stove and heated up some water, poured it into my mug and the fresh smell of roasted coffee filled my kitchen. I walked into my room with the coffee in my hand when it started to pour outside. The little cold droplets of rain leaped the window sill to kiss my feet, the smell of wet earth, the warmth of the coffee that I held in my hand, the welcoming light of the table lamp and everything in that room held me captive for a moment. It made me realize how detached I was with the world around me for years to not appreciate these moments. All of a sudden my mind struck as I heard a very nostalgic tune. It was coming from the window from the apartment right beside mine. “This can’t be” I spoke to myself. I immediately recognized the melody; it was exactly similar to the one I heard almost six years ago. *memory* “Alice, look, it’s raining” Victor exclaimed and looked at me. “Guess we are stuck now” I looked at him. We were at a park shade near the bus stop waiting for our bus as it started to pour. “Let’s go!” he held my wrist and ran towards the fountain. “Victor, we will catch cold” I yelled while smiling. “Oh this is a shower of love my darling” he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. “Look” he said pointing at the people feeling disappointed at the shower. “These are the people who lack warmth in their life and are totally detached from the world. Only the dreamers perceive the nature the way it should be perceived. You know your lover is one of them?” “I can clearly see it in your eyes” I smiled. “May I?” he asked me out for a dance. I offered him my hand and he sang a melody of the composition he was working on. He said it was a song he was composing for me. Nevertheless it was our song. Everytime I went over to his place his would serenade me with this song and I eventually learned the lyrics while singing along with him. **“lyrics”** “I want to live this moment forever” I whispered as I embraced him tight as we rocked back and forth until the bus arrived. “I love you” he whispered into my ears kissing my neck with a soft affectionate smile. “I love you more” I said as I held his hand and got on my bus. *present* I recalled that moment closing my eyes. And how good were those days where I didn’t had to think so much about my life and live free. I leaned closer to my window to hear the faded tune better. To make sure if it was the same tune I was thinking of. Although their window was closed but who could ever imprison music? She had her freedom so she broke the boundaries and spoke out. I closed my eyes and tried to follow up the muffled sound. I was stunned at myself for remembering each and every single word in the lyrics as I sang along the frail melody. I didn’t even notice the music stop. Someone waved at me through the window. It was hard to see as it was raining. I clenched my eyes and unexpectedly the rain paused. It was him. “Victor?” I whispered to myself. Thank you for reading this far ❤️

what key is this in? F sharp minor?

“The art of music is divine and effective. It is the food of the soul and spirit. Through the power and charm of music the spirit of man is uplifted'' - Abdu’l-Baha

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esta canción me la a dejado un ángel llamado Carlos Baselga