Love, Interrupted, Of Love Mean street The Writer Wannabe November 25, 2017 No Comments Mean street I was standing at the corner then you suddenly appeared. Your stare was penetrating even from across the street. But we’re strangers now. And we pretended not to care. You chose to move forward and I made my way to the left. Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.