samantharenee
I think it was around the third or fourth day after we met when he uttered the sentence that finally got us talking.
"The song then becomes a chant."
"A chant?" I inquired. Chanting wasn't pleasant. It wasn't melodious.
After that simple question, we hit it off. It was unbelieveable. We had the same views, the same thoughts. Who would have ever suspected that after that day, every single time we met would be full of laughter and such feeling.