She thinks he's nothing special.

He thinks she's one of every color.

She comes swiftly like the soft breeze that brusheth against his skin,

and leaves just as subtly as she came.

He's out of sync, out of plan. And he intends to stay in her life.

He thought she would be the last as he would be her last.

But nothing ever comes as planned between the two of them.

This is a story about finding and losing;

of leaving and coming back.

This is a story about home.

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First work to be posted. :)

To God belong all praises!