I saw the stars in her eyes.
The same twinkle were in mine as I saw her standing there.
She were like a mirror infront of me and I had fallen in love with the reflection.
Her held tilted to the side the same time as mine.
New York didn't stop at our presence, so in a matter of time I would loose her in the flow of people.
I didn't want to take my eyes of her but I had to.
I was knocked to the side.
And when I looked up, like an illusion, she were gone.