Like a passing ship, unbeknown to eachother.

For a moment, we share the same course.

The same water in a tiny part of the ocean.

You. The ship I always dream in my nights and days. The one that I believe will take me home.

But again, we just passed eachother. Without giving any signal, you and I just keep sailing in our own paths. I only saw you for a brief second, though I wonder if you saw me at all.

So I keep moving forward. Hoping that someday, somehow, we would collide and drown so I can spend the rest of my life with you.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.