They fell in love on opposite sides of the crosswalk. They were the only two waiting for the red hand to change to the walking man. They got glimpses of each other through the spaces in between the cars that rushed by on their way to dinner dates with too much small talk and loud parties with too little.
She thought he had an intriguing expression on his face, but perhaps it was just that she couldn't get a good look at it. He thought she looked curious. He imagined if she spoke, she would ask a question he didn't know the answer to.
The light changed and they left their respective sidewalks. Her steps fell deliberately half on the white painted stripes and half on the asphalt. His accidentally fell with precision in between the painted lines. They reached the center of the street at the same time. She smiled. He returned it. They continued toward the opposite sides of the street.
They fell out of love before their feet met the concrete of the sidewalk.
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