The Walk Written by anusrini20 2:10 AM. “I’m here”, he whispers into the phone. I open the door, and find him standing there (really). I feel guilty, he knows. I’m silent. He smiles at me. Only 37 minutes! I shouldn’t have admitted I felt like seeing him. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 14 thoughts on “The Walk” Beautifully written. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Romantic, but naughty at the same time. I love it! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you!! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Awe, that is sweet and romantic! ♥ LikeLike Reply Thank you Kathy! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Yes, sometimes you just want the IDEA of someone willing to walk a half hour to see you, without the added responsibility of entertaining said person. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That’s true! Also you don’t want to feel responsible for the effort they took, because you’re left thinking, they did this for me (!!!!). LikeLike Reply Lovely story, especially reading it with the ultimate question in mind! Great work! TiV LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you TiV!! LikeLike Reply Ah that’s romantic!! LikeLike Reply 😀 LikeLike Reply Ah, l’amour. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Isn’t it the best? 😀 LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.