It was night time. The sky was beautifully adorned with diamonds. The beauty was evident, captivating.
The cliff was where we spent our time. Temmy and I sat on the carpet that we had laid on the floor. Our eyes took in the beauty of the night's blue sky as we held each other's hands. No sound was made, yet we conversed, in our own unique way.

"Do you remember how we met?" Temmy asked out of the blue.
"Yes, I do."
"Hm"
"You want to walk down the memory lane?" I asked her.
"Would you do that for me?"
"Anything for you.”

***
You were walking through the corridor after your classes.
Your eyes were tired.
Your steps were wavering, unbalanced.
Your shoulders were bent, as though you carried the weight of the world on your shoulders; as though you carried The Cross.

I could observe from the distance I stood.
My mind wavered to whatever you could be going through.

I could envision you sitting...