The unbearable excitement of the wait. Scouting the crowd for a face that brings a fearful joy. Then the little silhouette against the busy background. Struggling through with the many bags of a nomadic life. Her eyes lighting up inside his. The hesitation that prolongs the promise. Like after a reboot, all memories are deleted. In their arms, the past died. And the next love story found a new beginning. A really quiet one. Because happiness is private. And words can never make it justice. It only lives on their lips. And it is nobody else's to tell.
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