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She searches for him, every day. She walks up and down those cobblestoned streets for hours every evening, until the sun has completely sunken below the horizon. She gets off work and goes looking for him like it’s just some routine. She doesn’t know his name, but she’s memorized the color of his eyes and the way he smiles. She’s only met him once.
She searches for him, every day. She walks up and down those cobblestoned streets for hours every evening, until the sun has completely sunken below the horizon. She gets off work and goes looking for him like it’s just some routine. She doesn’t know his name, but she’s memorized the color of his eyes and the way he smiles. She’s only met him once.
He doesn’t remember her, or what he did. He’s met so many people that all of them have blended together into a streak of faces that seems never ending. All he knows is how beautiful that place always is, especially by the waterfront. He used to sit for hours on the docks, watching boats float by and cause small waves of water, but he hasn’t done that for years. His job had taken him abroad, to all the places he never thought he’d get to go. Yet he still thought about that place, and if he ever got a chance to go home, he would visit.
She pretends to read a book at a table outside a cafe, but her eyes are skimming all the passing people for his familiar face.
