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THE POWER OF GRAVITY
~~It's not a love story!!

 
       He walks toward the elevator with no particular thought on his mind for it was the end of the day. For him from this point.. it is smooth sailing. She's leaning back against the wall of the elevator; exhausted after a long hectic day at the office.  She has... smiled her last smile, and chitted her last chat.  Closing her eyes now she's envisioning herself in a hot tub.  Instinctively they both see each other simultaneously looking
straight ahead into each other's eyes.

       The door is closing as their eyes lock. Quickly she reaches out to hold the door just as he quickened his pace. He is there now__ at the entrance. She backs up to allow his presence. He is not very tall, nor darkly mysterious, but he is very striking in his mannerism. She is not very tall nor extremely glamorous, yet appealing in her feminism. There is no usual physical movement to be seen betwixt them. All the motion, the stirring of energy, the push and pull are taking place within the eyes... neither one speaks. No smiles are being exchanged, not a sound of senseless clumsy stammering is heard.

       Outside the noise of the elevator humming, doors opening and closing, people entering and exiting... all is silent. Floor after floor waves of people in and out.. time overlapping, entwining. They were there... they were not there... they were far away yet together... here... now. Never before has he ever been lost for words. Never before has she said so much with one breath.

       Startled by the ping from the sound of the elevator reaching the last floor and its doors whizzing open he closes his eyes to exhale long and intentionally as he made way towards the door to exit extending his hand beckoning her to exit before him. There before them is a bench facing a picture framed window overlooking the city showcasing the brilliance of the evening suns' symphony of colors over the sky.

       Sitting for hours... holding hands and sharing each other lives.... they meet for the first time.
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