The night has standing tall. Late hours.
He left her safe in her home, gave her a goodnight kiss in a way that resemble a promise that tomorrow he would see her again and hold her once more.
The door closed and he was on his way home. City lights brightened the way between the dark that the night had as a ally. But despite that scenario he was happy.
He knew that for her he would do that walk home beside her forever, because she deserved his attention, his effort to make her happy. He knew that she liked every minute of that travel and loved every demonstration of affection that he could do for her happiness to be real.
The miles were the same, but the story of the walk was different every night.
That night he was seated in a bus stop. Saw one of that city lights up high and took a photo. Not because of the beauty of it, it's because every time that he will see that photo he will remember those nights and know that he meant something to someone else ... someone that he loves the same way she loved him.
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