This is a story about love.
It began with a single look.
It continued with a single kiss.
It was shaped by two lonely hearts in the search for comfort
in each other's arms.
It was twisted by reality and was then combined with a
variety of hopes, dreams and high expectations.
At its peak, it could not have been better.
At its ebbing, it could not have been worse.
It was dangerous and exciting.
It was new and fresh.


Time has gone by, the days became longer.
The two lonely hearts had begun to find comfort in other
arms, strange arms.
The feelings that led to all of this were no longer felt
like before.


And so it was over with a single look.
And was sealed with a single kiss.

This is a story about love.
A story that was never written.