I Know Places.

On a sunny day in New York, they met.
Over a cup of coffee in a cozy coffee shop in the corner of Broadway street, their story revolved and evolved.
Secrets were kept inside, the past was shoved aside, afraid they might ruin whatever they were sharing.
but what was it exactly the thing they shared? was it love? or was it just a simple longing for understanding and acceptance?
But is it a bad thing to want someone to accept and understand you?
And doesnt love mean to understand and to accept?
As they fell into this wirling tornado, disasters and hidden past fell upon their heads testing their loyality, patience and most importantly, their love.
Will they survive?
And if they did, what's next?