Tonight, couple of years ago, two almost-strangers, met at a historical monument, marking their own lives with historic moments.
The night was strange but in a dream-come-true kinda way. By the end of it, she felt frozen in his car- couldn't step out. Gentle caressing of each other’s hands had turned fierce. She gave him a final hug, without realizing her head was sliding down- turning her face to his face. The first kiss that followed touched her soul. And so did- each one after that.
That’s something she misses about him the most.