Of Small Hours and Racing Thoughts

one day it was boy and girl, the next it was not

A boy and a girl.

The two were separate in the beginning.

The boy was just him and the girl was just her.

The walks in the parks were you and I walking, and the talks in the park were you and I talking. The smirks and laughs were between him and her, the secrets shared were between him and her.

The girl was with the boy when neither had planned to be or never really wanted to be. Then somewhere along the way, the boy and the girl became they.

The conversations together were now words between us. And the walks together were their walks' in the park. And every moment they spent was just the two of them.