Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Heres something mathilde wrote, which i find it so true.

Two strangers met on their usual path and started talking;
Two friends started flirting and silently, they both fell for each other;
Two lovers started making each other a priority;
But as time passed;
The anticipated, flaming conversations turned into friendly chat;
The friendly chats turned into a short exchange of words;
The short exchange of words turned into nonexistence;
And suddenly they
were both strangers again.

Ending Without Stories wished upon a star at 5:05 AM