Our Story

Every two people in this world have a story. A story of those two people alone. 

Like the lone two stars in the huge dark empty sky.

Some stories are long, some are short. Some last infinity.

Some are too intense while some are breezy. And some consist of a single  glance only.

But those two people always change at the very end of their story. 

One person always effects the other somehow. 

It might be a positive effect, where you might be encouraged to bloom into a beautiful human. Or it could be negative where you learn to hate the entire gender race because their infidelity.

That story might have a million pauses, with a lot of empty days. Days that turn into years. 

Or it might be so constant that you adapt to it as a part of your soul. Like the sun adapts to the earth. Like the earth adapts to the moon. 

My path of life may change lanes when you pull it towards you. Or it may repel to a further lane taking us further apart. Ending our story earlier than it should have been. 

But I wonder. 

What role do you have in my life? How will you effect me? Will our story be ever great?

But more importantly...

How long will our story last?