They stood one day, hand in hand between two white buildings. By the time she told him that she loved him, it was much too late. By the time he realised he truly loved her, she was out the door.
When it was over, they were both only a phone call away, and a visit. For some reason though neither of them would reach out to the other. He needed her still; she needed him, they were too proud to ask though.
They both went back over things in their minds. Thoughts raced by, images of a face, they couldn’t hold on though.
Author’s note: I’m undecided but I think this is probably the best part of the whole thing.
