-Mmmmmm.....-she was humming a tune, that changed every night.
-What song is it this time?
- ....I don't know...song of love maybe?- she chuckled quietly looking at me with those eyes of blue. Even though it was dark and only the moonlight knew of our secret existence, I could still see vividly, how she traced her fragile fingers in the sky, trying to connect the begging and the end of endless star dance, as if she was learning the steps.
-Hey, mysterious you? -a voice brought me back from my dream of the night.
-U-uh yeah?- my words unsurely ended the midnight melody.
-Do you think it's meant to be?
-W-what is?
-Us.
-Us?- I asked.
-Yep.Us. Us that was created at the first moment of our lives.
I went silent. I looked at her, that tempting, beautiful lady at the art gallery I saw a week ago.
She turned her head and smiled, then took my hand and touched my rough palm, gently caressing it.
"Maybe...maybe it is, mysterious her".
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Defined By You
RomanceJust a story, where the definition of love is pure and not known.. Summary - days and night pass, but they don't count them. Meetings in pale moonlight, night thoughts and something pulling them together. Even tho they are strangers, are they really?
