I just wait. What a blessed morning this is. No migraine. No unhappiness. No residue from the night of strain. So it has to be good. Small things get in the way. I have been lying here thinking about thinking and if I should try stuff.
Vincent walked on. The streets were never like this. The awareness kills him. Why did he not acknowledge her? Surely what they shared for two years meant something? But circumstances forebade. He needed her to let him go. They were not meant to have met. If he had in someway stepped forward, Mindy would be hurt all over again. Love is blind? Love unkind. Beauty is skin deep. Keep it at bay.