Strangers in the night

When two best friends talk about love life at 10 in the evening. – Ayala Triangle


The trees, the building, that bench and the walk way—everything seemed to have their favorite black and white hue. As if the street lights are more vibrant with grey. As if the dogs barked more in shadows. As if the wind blows through the white clandestine sorrows of the night. It’s a serene slate of choices.  Like his yes and her now. Like my today and your vow. Maybe love is indeed, both mournful and bright. Free and tight. Love at first sight. Black and white.


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