A man walked the same path as me and as we both bumped into one another on the street we soon got to talking

And that talking soon became a relationship of friendship

It soon started reaching a level of deepness where him and me became us and we both got to know one another more and more everyday

I wouldn’t call it love but i wouldn’t call it friendship anymore because of how much we started to care for one another

Even though were both polar opposites our art still looks the same

My memories now have a permanent imprint of him

And his has all memories of me

So i guess i’ll call it love.

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