no distance

it was no matter what situation they had gotten themselves into. somewhere along the way their paths had divergered, and began an entangling dance, weaving criss-cross. he worked to many jobs to try and forget their encounters, and also pass the time quickly from the last to the next time they would stumble across each other. well, he would stumble, she was ever graceful, in his eyes.
another man had come along and swept her up, just as he was feeling familiar enough and getting up the courage to know her and let her know how he felt. they changed cities, but the dance steps stayed the same. ever two beats off. "i came by to see how You were enjoying this lovely day. missed Ya. this happens to much!" she would leave small clues behind. even though they lived closer than ever, they saw the least of each other that year.
these where things of no consequence. determination bolstered their fate. it was, perhaps, his one saving grace. Time was on their side, that is, if patience was one of her shining virtues. he could count astuteness as one. "You know, You're very good at what You do. You're very good at it." "why, thank You for noticing." and so it went one little baby step at a time. uncertain shuffling that tells You plainly what is going on just below the surface.