There is a guy sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper. There is birds singing, children playing and people jogging pass.
No one notice the man, while the world continues, no one noticed. No noticed the man. The hat he wears is brown with a black trim with a red feather on the side. No one noticed. The grey hair stuffed and over grown underneath, No one noticed. His face is serious and doesn't have many wrinkles. But his eyes...
They are so deep brown with the darkest circles around them. It shows that he has not slept properly in days, months or even years. His suit is brown and had black, brown and grey patches to cover the moth holes. His arms are too long and his legs stopped the pants way above his ankles. Down to the black sock, which are probably the last ever clean pair with the least holes.
Then his shoes, there were brown. But now grey with wear and tear of years of before. Seen roads the we bear not to cross. Seen fights we dare not to break. But no one noticed this guy. As the date on the newspaper changes, his appearance has not.
You know this guy. Everyone knows this guy.... Its Love.... After it has endure being taken of granted, beaten down, abused, used, thrown away, etc.
But...
No one noticed. So there is just a guy sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper....
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