Why hope, when all hope will just fade?
She’s here for her last farewell, sobbing, for the last moment they’ll spend together. It’s not worth waiting, he said. Their love will fade, it won’t stand the chance of time and distance.
Thirty years on, in his café, in walks a familiar stranger with a familiar smile.
The lovers of their youth were dealt a cruel hand, but it wasn’t the end.
There was no going back, but there were new beginnings to be had.