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i. when she asked how we met, we glanced sideways at one another, smirking to ourselves, only we know the secret, and wouldn't she love to know? "we met at the circus, no, but really..." ii. when in fact, we met by chance, by accident, but doesn't fate always have the last word? we sat side-by-side, touching and spoke gentle stories to one another all night and in the crowded dive bar, music blaring, and drunk people chattering, i heard every word perfectly iii. she seemed surprised that we had just met, a blind date, and yet, i was blinder even still she excused herself right away, an intruder on our inside joke and any judgement was dismissed we had created something far more important far more than intended iv. i keep expectations low on all things if you build a wall, how do you ever expect to climb over without falling? he kept reminding me of my smile, and so i smiled some more, until the blush was creeping all over my cheeks, my face glowing with acceptance from this stranger
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
third & walnut
i. when she asked how we met, we glanced sideways at one another, smirking to ourselves, only we know the secret, and wouldn't she love to know? "we met at the circus, no, but really..." ii. when in fact, we met by chance, by accident, but doesn't fate always have the last word? we sat side-by-side, touching and spoke gentle stories to one another all night and in the crowded dive bar, music blaring, and drunk people chattering, i heard every word perfectly iii. she seemed surprised that we had just met, a blind date, and yet, i was blinder even still she excused herself right away, an intruder on our inside joke and any judgement was dismissed we had created something far more important far more than intended iv. i keep expectations low on all things if you build a wall, how do you ever expect to climb over without falling? he kept reminding me of my smile, and so i smiled some more, until the blush was creeping all over my cheeks, my face glowing with acceptance from this stranger
kelly-landis
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
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