Don't own. Don't sue.
When did they start? When did it actually happen?
They couldn't decide but the fact was it happened.
One day they found themselves staring at each other across the room. They found themselves thinking of each other more than they should.
Wondering what it would be like if the person they were with now would be them.
Suddenly their current companions weren't as great as they thought they were.
And this made them sad.
They needed to talk. At least say something. Anything. Since they exchanged words.
And stood near.
Obviously nothing too threatening. Or too tight.
Just the right amount of words and the right amount of distance. To make them feel comfortable about each other.
And confirm – or deny – for once and for all if they should be feeling this way.
"So, I heard you're working at the New Yorker." She smiles.
"Hmm, actually I'm an intern. But yeah, it's great. And I…umm…Serena told me you've just arrived from Paris and engaged."
She sticks out her delicate hand showing the big rock on the ring finger. The kind he will never afford. Not even in a life time. "Cartier."
She sounds giddy. She acts like she is. He wants to believe she is. This way it's easier for him to forget. Not to think of her.
Three days later she's at his door.
"Please don't." She pleads.
"What?" He asks totally confused.
"Don't do this to me. I can't. You don't understand."
And truly, he doesn't.
He looks at her. Lost.
"I can't fall in love with you." She whispers before offering her lips. Covered in Chanel Rouge.
He accepts them. Airily. And from there on their lives change. Forever.
Thank you.