it started from photography - by her

He wrote her a story. An original one.


'Because you have given me so many originals,' he said.


People said she takes good photos, but no one used to study her photos like he does. He likes her photos, and he reads her through her photos. Melancholic. Dark. Secretive. Mysterious. Deep thoughts in each photo.


And he is fascinated by her photos.


Deep down in her heart, she knows that he understands her, just like how he understands her photos. She is a girl in her own world, photography is her way of telling the world what she thinks, and he gets it.


He talks to her about her photos, he sees a little girl's loneliness and helplessness. Her passion draws him to her, her coldness repels him, yet above all, he sees her helplessness in those photos. And he wants to come near her.


He printed out those photos, laminated them, and put them on his office wall.


She almost knew that he was God-given. For no one has understood her like he has. No other men that she knows pays so much attention to her art work and photographs.


In her heart, the small little voice says, what are you waiting for? But yes, she will wait. She has not heard from God, so she waits. Wait a little longer, please...

A picture tells a thousand words - by him

A man sat with a tiny white laptop,

hammering away on tiny keys as a story flowed from his mind.

Smiling as he typed he worked against the little clock counting down on the bottom of the screen.

The low battery sign flashed once more.

He sighed to himself.

He had told her a fib, that he was round the corner at a wine bar chilling out,

I'll finish my wine and drop something off soon

So there he was at the restaurant, trying to build a universe out of words.

Scenes flashed in his mind, colours clashed and heroes triumphed.

Then the tiny laptop issued its ultimatum, battery critical

The man closed the lid and jumped into the car, driving that growingly familiar road to his apartment.

Throwing open the door and straight to the couch he sat in long brown coat and all, feeding the hungry white beast its life line and letting the story continue to pound on.

When it was finished, he wrapped it in a letter, and smiled as the send button was hit.

As you have gifted me so many originals, so I gift you this humble one

A picture tells a thousand words he thought to himself, and so it goes.