Was something about it wrong?

It all started with a hello, wrongly delivered, and a reply, never expected.

Something about it was wrong.

The monosyllabic chats wilted rapidly, to make way for paragraphs, woven together by warmth, passion and humour.

Something about it was wrong, but who cared?

An unlikely friendship began to flourish, one whose language weren’t words but meanings .

Something about it was wrong or was it?

With defences crumbling, the souls pierced with hope and agony, in vain they struggled to repress their feelings

Something about it was not wrong

The souls laid bare, they loved against reason, against promise, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.