He walks looking up at the anonymous clouds...
She walks looking at the shrouded sun...
As they walk they lost in their own fantasies they can't help but feel lost....
As the days go by not one of them doesn't think of the other.....
They walk in solitude playing and replaying the images of each other in they're minds....
Walking, not thinking what's next or where they are going...
..........
They find themselves eye to eye staring in astonishment.....
A pause.......
He knows what to say......
" Hello Miss"
She knows how to respond......
" Hello Sir"
The conversation goes on with a couple of smile shown to each other....
And they head off to who knows where and for them they don't really care....
Together never once looking back and never once leaving each other......
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...Forever....
"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
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