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I didn't realize it that day, but maybe you did. Maybe you saw it before I did, or maybe       you were lying through your teeth.      "Fake it 'til you make it," they say.            You'd always been good at that. Or maybe you just knew. Saw the look in my eyes,       recognized all the signs before I even             knew they were there. I said I wasn't sure, but you didn't believe me.       Didn't take no for an answer,             but that had never been your strong suit. "You're different," you said, and bless you for actually believing that,       because I never have.       "I suppose you could say I'm not like other girls." But with a beginning like ours, how could we not believe the other was different? It happened by chance, maybe a coincidence,       serendipitous timing, I'd always believed              everything happened for a reason. But that's been us, I guess. A handful of       happy accidents and coincidences, sunsets and city lights,       dreams and adventures--             ambition beyond measure. It's wild to think I didn't know it then,       but even wilder to think that maybe you did.
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
It Happened by Chance
I didn't realize it that day, but maybe you did. Maybe you saw it before I did, or maybe       you were lying through your teeth.      "Fake it 'til you make it," they say.            You'd always been good at that. Or maybe you just knew. Saw the look in my eyes,       recognized all the signs before I even             knew they were there. I said I wasn't sure, but you didn't believe me.       Didn't take no for an answer,             but that had never been your strong suit. "You're different," you said, and bless you for actually believing that,       because I never have.       "I suppose you could say I'm not like other girls." But with a beginning like ours, how could we not believe the other was different? It happened by chance, maybe a coincidence,       serendipitous timing, I'd always believed              everything happened for a reason. But that's been us, I guess. A handful of       happy accidents and coincidences, sunsets and city lights,       dreams and adventures--             ambition beyond measure. It's wild to think I didn't know it then,       but even wilder to think that maybe you did.
kiley-beck
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
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