Because he walked beside me.
And because I walked beside him too.
And because we walked together, and although there was a distance of 3 yards, it still felt like we did.
The cars zoomed past her, in speed she would never imagine running at.
But when she looked across the street he was there, looking at the pavement and kicking the rocks that were big enough to represent a ball.
And somehow it felt like they were walking together.
YOU ARE READING
dal segno.
Conto/dal se·gno [dahl seyn-yoh; Italian dahl se-nyaw] -noun go back to the sign marking the beginning of a repeat./ In which they repeat a story they might have forgotten. And in which they realize how much they wanted their story back. /sequel to Be...
