Rendezvous
23 August 05 : 10.37 PM
We were walking back to my house after dinner when he suddenly walked behind me, stopped and embraced me right there on the pavement. We were walking the direction of the traffic beside us, where cars raced past us and we know the world isn't going to stop for us now.
"This is what I will write about." I told him.
And he said to me, "This is what I will write about."