Not Knowing, But Knowing

We parted ways not knowing what was about to happen, but knowing.

The things left unsaid not known, but known.

The knowing looks on faces.

These are the things we understand.  Not knowing, but knowing.

A whisper, a murmur.  Known.

A glance.  Known.

This feeling.

Unknown, yet


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