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May 2014
Sometimes I can't explain the way I feel in my heart. Because the words are sometimes hard to find and I don't know where to start. But none of that seemed to matter as the two of us spoke the other day. It was like I always knew you and I knew everything to say. You have this natural essence about you that in most people is hard to find. And everything about you says you have a heart that's kind. During the time that we were talking I knew we would meet again. Because it seemed like both of us wanted for that talk to never end. So as I sit here and write to you, The words just seem to flow.Β Β And although we just met there's no need to take things slow. This feels like the start of something special. its been a wonderful way to begin. And my heart tells me that this feels right because I just met a new wonderful friend. True friends are sometimes hard to find so when I met you it seemed surreal. But the true essence of your spirit told me that you were real. So I hope we'll let time determine whether or not we were meant to be. But whatever happens at the end of it all you will still be a friend to me. R. Mendoza
Written by
Rodney Mendoza  nyc
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