As I walked up the hill, a pair of lovebirds were just about part.. In between kisses and words, they clung to every last second in the little bubble that they both share, before setting off to their independent bubbles.. And completely oblivious to passer-bys like me.. With a smile on my face, I moved along, appreciating a lil bit more of frank sinatra's lyrics that I was plugged to..
Then I come home, perched on the kitchen counter.. Listening to another lover's tale.. With the cup of tea in hand, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.. I can't help but smile..
Perhaps, this would be all I need.. :)
To john and jane doe, and jit..
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