• christian baez

a passerby

Honestly? I mean, I don’t find any gain in lying to you. Yes, there was some sort of romance in their walk, in the way they exchanged smiles repeatedly. Nervous smiles, mind you. The kind you make that first morning you wake and find your lover sleeping next to you, warm and sound. As for what they were doing on 8th Avenue that first weekend in December, I didn’t think I would have to recollect those memories a year later… Were they strong enough, were they hopeful enough, you ask. I’m afraid I’m in no state to bridge that gap for them! I suppose all I can say is, I hope they are both well. Wherever they may find themselves exchanging smiles nowadays, I’m inclined to believe there is still some of that romance in them, the one that lived here on that day…


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