In the name of love

There we are again, on Staunton Street.
Over glasses of anything drinkable we could not help staring at each other
in silence
I asked,
"How far
can we go in the name of love?"




"So...make a guess, when will you ever be fed up with this fascinating place my dear?", I asked, in Staunton Street again.
"There are many more places here in this city for us to explore, are there not?", you said.
"When you have the best, you wouldn't want to go anywhere else," drawing long, light breaths, we gazed at each other in the eyes, through the mastic lemon light radiated from somewhere feels more romantic than it normally is...as if we have both found the answer we need in that admirable silence.



Another day in Central, Hong Kong
Sky turned from mainly cloudy with occasional drizzle
to mainly fine; time slipping away, ridiculously fast.