Street thoughts

The black limousine moves slowly along the congested avenue of the ever busy city. To the left and to the right skyscrapers. Mostly office buildings with luxury shops on the street level, displaying their costly merchandise. Traffic comes to a standstill and you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. 'We are almost there sir', the driver says, turning around. You look out of the window watching the illuminated buildings shooting up into the black night sky like rockets. ...suddenly your phone makes a chirping sound and a message gets in. You smile. The car turns right, driving down a narrow street, then stopping slowly. 'This is it', you think, 'I'm here' ...and you can't nearly bear another minute, longing to be loved again.