An old story that has never been told

It's an old story that has never been told, of a man who did not exist and a girl who was able to touch every wrinkle on his face. They lived separately through time but together through space of their dreams, beliefs and ambitions.
Each day they would stand outside looking at the trees and falling closer into each other, while the distance between them grew apart day by day and mile after mile.
She was falling into his independance, knowledge and strength, while he was falling into her doubts, fears and frustrations. She was holding him because he has given her so much. He was holding her because suddenly his feet began to feel cold and he wanted to find the warmth in the smell of her torn sweater.
She would stop to tell him about the light falling through the branches.
He would suddenly turn sensing her laughter as she played with the animals.
And then both would fasten the pace of their walk realising that they were not even there, until one day somewhere in the city crowd a thread of wool of her torn sleeve and that one of his torn sweater got caught in the branches of a tree and a sweater began to unknit itself and as the time stopped they also stood still for a moment looking at the nakedness that covered them.
He would suddenly turn sensing her laughter as she played with the animals.
She would stop to tell him about the light falling through the branches.
And they looked, and they saw.
She gave him his independance, knowledge and strength, while his presence would make her doubts, fears and frustrations fade away. She was holding him because he has given her so much. He was holding her because suddenly his feet began to feel cold and he wanted to find the warmth in the smell of her torn sweater.
Each day they would stand outside looking at the trees and falling closer into each other, while the distance between them was same day after day and mile after mile.
It's a new story that has been told a thousand times before, of a girl who did not exist and a man who was able to touch the contours of her face. They lived together in time of their dreams, beliefs and ambitions but separated by space of a buzzing city life.