Love, Interrupted, Of Love Mean street The Writer Wannabe November 25, 2017 No Comments Mean street I was standing at the corner and then you 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 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website