Contemplation

It was this of his, and hers as well, that drew them into each other’s lives; effortless conversations and thoughtful wishes were all they exchanged, each, in return of dreams they dreamt at night and day. These dreams they remained with for as long as their busy lives had space for. These dreams would then fade into their personal histories, tucked away, forbidden, even to themselves. These dreams, still, shape their daily lives, root their ambition, and hoist their fears.

Conversations were interrupted, thoughts were so as well, dreams are no more, and …