Each person has one destined “other”
Their soul mate, if you will
What if they never meet
Or if it’s too late.
I was in a store buying some cheap perfume
You were checking out music albums
We bumped into each other and gawked
We laughed it off and talked.
Never have I met someone so perfect
The rush was unexplainable
You said, “I’m sorry but I think I like you.”
I said I was married and you said “Me too.”
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
Each person has one destined “other”
Their soul mate, if you will
What if they never meet
Or if it’s too late.
I was in a store buying some cheap perfume
You were checking out music albums
We bumped into each other and gawked
We laughed it off and talked.
Never have I met someone so perfect
The rush was unexplainable
You said, “I’m sorry but I think I like you.”
I said I was married and you said “Me too.”
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