The wind howled, whipping through the salt-kissed air as James

He sat on the park bench hunched over. He felt

Within a realm of reveries, where desires dance, A young

Luke and Ria strolled through the park, the night enveloping

Near the sleepy little town of Eshowe in the Natal

"Don't," I said. She was startled and looked at me.

  After he read the letter, his eyes welled up,

I loved you long before I even met you, before

They looked to the skies for a sign but there

"Hi," she said. Luke looked back at her and smiled.