• My Darling: The Stranger in the Concrete Jungle

    by  • August 17, 2010 • Love - Pure and Simple, To You, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    I saw your face once.

    You spoke to me in beautiful Italian, your eyebrows were scarred from violent protests and a haphazard sense of safety. You whispered sweet nothings into my ears and took me on a journey through skyscrapers and steaming sewer gates. You left me on Saint Marks with only a free ride in my back pocket and my name in your hands.

    You were the love of my life.

    May we meet again in the concrete jungle.

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