The red bird that will never cross the river, for her wings weary, calls out to her lost love, “Will you come back to me, my blue bird?”

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Once there were two love birds, one red and one blue.

When they visited each other, they would cross a small river between their nests, bringing gifts each time.

However, one day, tragedy struck, The red bird’s mother was killed in a tragic accident, her wings torn apart like paper.

Afterwards, the red bird stopped crossing the river to visit the blue bird, sifting through a suffocating gloom.

Whenever the blue bird tried to visit to console the red bird, it was shut out each time, ignored.

Little by little, the visits from the blue bird ceased, each day drifting them farther and farther apart.

2 years later, the red bird was ready to meet the blue bird again, its heart aching with guilt for shutting the blue bird away.

However, When the red bird looked out, wanting to visit the blue bird, instead of a river, she saw an ocean, vast and endless, impossible to cross.

The red bird cried out in agony, “How will I meet my love now? It’s impossible, the journey will surely kill me.”

And so it never tried, thinking it was too late for the love the blue bird had once brought, heart still aching that terrible, lonely ache.

UNLESS?

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