He was never one for clichés, she said to herself.
He was never one for clichés.
As they both stood on the corner of 9th and Broadway
cars running past every other Samaritan oblivious to the wave, a tsunami that had hit her, ONLY her,
even in the crowded sidewalk they stood apart, both of them. Not because they were a pair of star-crossed lovers,
not because they were each other’s first love,nor would they be their last, but simply because they were
in a world of their own. amidst all the hustle and bustle of all the people shifting through their routine.
The single mom hurrying back to her children, the stoner who was looking to get high, the business man late for his meeting. and right there these two stood there, in a world of their own.Enthralled and entrapped not wanting to escape.
time was fleeting and even now she had not digested what she’d heard.
He was never one for clichés, she kept saying to herself.
And at that precise instant he opened his mouth and said those words again
“I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you”
It was then she realized, there was one cliché she didn’t mind.