It was the start of something new, it was the end of something old.
Two broken-had-been-lovers trying to belong again.
It was beautiful and it was sad.
There were echoes of past stories in their new conversations. Both were happy but neither knew how to feel about this new happiness – to hold it with care or to just glide with it. It was the start of something new. It was the end of something old.
In response to today’s DailyPost Prompt