Once

There were stories once we meet. We never invited the silence to come in between. I will ask how was your day, and you will ask me what's going on in my life. We both were such a story teller, I thought we'd end up make a thick book full of our conversation. It wasn't always interesting, I would even say it was stupid.

But I think life is hard enough, that I need you to ease it a bit.

Where did the time goes when I was with you?

Once, there were stories between us.