At the End of the Day
At the end of the long day, we went back to the place where the orbits of our lives had originally crossed paths. I think he understood why I wanted to go back there. Without a common language, we understand eachother. He knows I will understand. Barely with words can we express ourselves , but his eyes silently reveal to me: all about “the beauty and the fear”.
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