"Meet me in the park, at around half past two. Sit down on the bench, I'll be there to meet you." The time came and past, the hour grew late, "Where is he?" she thought "Isn't this just great?" Both sat on their benches, searching for one another, if they had only looked past the marble statue, they would have seen the other. For she sat facing the East, and he was looking West. And neither saw each other, She thought "He's just like the rest." The dark fell across them, and each stood up, defeated; he put the ring back in his pocket, assuming he'd no longer need it. They never looked around the statue, or saw the other sitting, both were far too stubborn, so the ending seems quite fitting.