One day I know it’s you from afar even if you are facing me with your back. That day I am filled with confidence and I walk up to you. I tap you at the back and say hello you turn and say hello back. What I see in your face is unfamiliar if I am to be correct it’s a frown. Instantly a spark in me is quenched, there is a need for me to understand your frown. I ask what is wrong. You look into my eyes like you are trying to read my soul to decide whether to trust me. I smile at you and say talk to me I introduce myself to you as Friend. You introduce yourself to me as Lover. You tell me what lies beneath your frown. You complain about the part of the news I hate too. You have similar family stories; you have an equally challenging past. I begin to share with you too; I tell you what I sometimes think of while I am dancing. I begin to notice as your frown begins to soothe to an expressionless stare. You pick up my hand and place in yours, you smile I smile back; I am pleased. Now I am your Friend and you are my Lover just as we were the day I approached your frown. I always did and will always love your smile. However I’ll never forget it was your frown I related to and still do. Friend and Lover shall live happily ever after and after that.
