She was a lovely woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was the daughter of a wealthy and powerful family, who had arranged a marriage for her with a rich and influential man. She had everything she could ever want, except for one thing: love.
He was a broke comic, with blonde hair and green eyes. He was the son of a poor and humble family, who had supported his dream of making people laugh. He had nothing he could ever need, except for one thing: love.
They met by chance, at a night cafe where he was performing. She was there with her friends, bored and unhappy. They felt a spark, they felt a connection.
They knew their love was forbidden, they knew their love was doomed. But they didn't care, they didn't mind. They loved each other, they loved themselves.
They knew their love was hopeless, they knew their love was futile. They knew they couldn't be together, they knew they had to part ways. They knew their love was painful, they knew their love was bitter.