Monday, August 31, 2015

Parallel Universe

She's texting him right now. "I might run late, I'll text you when I'm home"
"Take your time". She's right on time after all, but then he loses his keys and ends up running late to pick her up.

Still, the night is beautiful. The first date, as she calls it later on, making him laugh.

They talk anything and everything. 4 hours, maybe 5.. The laughter. The occasional touches. The friendly manners. The romantic gestures. The happy butterflies. The goodnight texts.

She goes to sleep with a smile on her lips.

In a parallel universe..

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