Fate, fluke, fraud was what everyone called it. "But for me, it was more," said she. "It was my true romance," said she unregretfully.
They had not seen each other for so long. Finally they did, surprisingly twinning. In the colour of their t-shirts and supposedly their hearts.
He made fun of everything she did. But never let anyone else do the same. That is how she knew.
She walks slowly on the path, with eyes glued to an interesting brochure. It is only when she feels someone terribly overshadowing her that she looks up. He stands inches from her. Had she moved even one step ahead, she would have banged right into him -- her head into his chest. But that is [...]