Every morning on the way to work, she would meet him and he would take the longer route. He says he doesn’t want to get stuck in traffic but she knew he was kinda stuck with her. In early morning winter fog, his hands would search for her fingers and she would blush away. He would look away with a smile and she would get goosebumps with his every touch.
She sure was falling and he wasn’t ready to catch her.
Hours slipped into days and days were turning months. Each passing day, there was an itch in her heart to hold him close and to forget what it feels to be in love. Each morning she would head down to the same road, to see him one more time. But long before she knew, he was gone.
A road often traveled and a story incomplete.
Be a YOUTHIYA 