There was something present in that gleam of your eyes, that made me believe the past could be forgotten.

"He never loved you," You claimed as my story broke your heart. Coming to my side and putting your arms around my waist you state:"But there's a future to be recognized."

I gazed up at your familiar smile. My hope was placed in your embrace. Sitting in the middle of a broken, forgotten road. Eyes make contact, searching for truths.

Yet, there are no truths to be found. Because all have been exposed. Without even doubting the loyalty of the other.

Connecting. Unlike any other spark before.