I was sitting at a fast-food table enjoying my"lunch". Nothing extraordinary about that...What was overwhelming was the stream of thoughts coming to my mind on that particular occasion. There I was, eating my order and watching the crowd moving continously to and fro. I seemed to concentrate my curiosity on those couples that were hanging out...just passing or stopping for lunch too. And I couldn't help wondering : How did they come across one another ? How long did it take for them to finally form that magical, interesting and intimate couple ?










I think everyone has had the feeling of re-living the same day, of that spark missing, when all the passion in the couple is gone together with the impulse to surprise each other's mornings. Coult it be a way to stop burning passion of fresh love turn into exhausting and suffocating routine?









