they are on 180 degree planes. plateauing. on different levels. one more in love than the other.
they visualize themselves on the same plane, eyes searching ahead. for the other.
but it's just nothingness. they keep their mouths shut, eyes open, hearts closed.
idle time. loss of trust split their paths. i do not know how to mend it. i can only watch.
the ever hopeful gleam in his eyes. her averted gaze. going through the motions.
it makes me sad. a faltering and slowly breathing kind-of-love.
"I Lied" - Telefon Tel Aviv
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