Nothing dramatical happened. They saw eachother and felt no magic. No stars broke free. No hearts melted. No tears fell. No setting sun froze by the seashore hoping they’d stay together forever. There weren’t even butterflies or daisies – or lush green fields or guitars in the backgroud. There were no “as long as you’re here, it’ll all be alright”; no “i’ll always be here”.
There was no wind that blew the leaves and her hair, no warm crips smell of comfort. No aftermath of situations. None of that.
All there was, was a realization that even though they had looked the same, they were now two rational people who had forgotten what it felt like to have loved.
You know what: it was still all alright.
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