He walked away from a heart full of love, he walked away with a heart full of love. They would never know if ‘forever’ would have been different than the ‘moments’. They would never know what it would be to kiss under the moon. They would never know what it would be to lean into each other, standing high up there, removed from the world. The breeze urging them to breathe in the other’s essence, the stars twinkling down upon them, they would continue standing apart – each hoping for something different, each an expert in not giving away the feelings, each trying to read the other’s eyes.
The city reflecting in the lake, the train taking forever to pass, the tree laden with flowers, they soaked it all in and stood there, each hoping for something different.
She longed for a forever that wasn’t hers anymore. She longed a forever, that perhaps was never hers. Because he walked away with a heart full of love, and he walked away from a heart full of love. A mystery then. A mystery forever. She wondered what if they had taken the chance. She wondered if he wondered.