Looking for moments that make sense in an incomprehensible world.
Thursday, 13 December 2012
When will I see you again?
is the question the two of them asked. So did I (not now, but sometime in the past). I bet that you also posed this question in your past, maybe on a sunny day as you watched a really cute girl step off the underground platform and onto the Piccadilly line, not turning back, because she didn't know you from Adam, or on a grey and gloomy day as your beloved waved with tears in her eyes before stepping onto that plane, promising she will be back soon, or maybe on a rainy day when you were freshly in love and held hands all day long and didn't want to let go, but you knew you have to, ...