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I was walking down the street the other day and I swear I saw you walk past me. Now, of course, you don't even know me, and, well, to be honest, I don't really know you too. But you believe in love at first sight, right? Well, don't you? I bet you don't. You seemed too sophisticated for that. I could tell by the way you walked on by and the way you talked on your cell phone like you had authority or like someone was waiting for you in strife on the other side– I know I've waited for you my whole life. When you walked on past, did you notice me? Probably not, but that's okay. I'm not the type that turns heads. I'm only the type that turns them away. But, if you are who I think you are– my perfect Mr. Right– then someday you will walk past me again. You just might. On that day, I'll be ready. I promise you I will be. I'll take you into my loving arms and kiss you softly. Well, won't you like that? You must, for if you're my Mr. Right then I'm your Mrs. Right. Unless you weren't sent from above and even you– the perfect one– becomes an act of unrequited love.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
Mr. Right
I was walking down the street the other day and I swear I saw you walk past me. Now, of course, you don't even know me, and, well, to be honest, I don't really know you too. But you believe in love at first sight, right? Well, don't you? I bet you don't. You seemed too sophisticated for that. I could tell by the way you walked on by and the way you talked on your cell phone like you had authority or like someone was waiting for you in strife on the other side– I know I've waited for you my whole life. When you walked on past, did you notice me? Probably not, but that's okay. I'm not the type that turns heads. I'm only the type that turns them away. But, if you are who I think you are– my perfect Mr. Right– then someday you will walk past me again. You just might. On that day, I'll be ready. I promise you I will be. I'll take you into my loving arms and kiss you softly. Well, won't you like that? You must, for if you're my Mr. Right then I'm your Mrs. Right. Unless you weren't sent from above and even you– the perfect one– becomes an act of unrequited love.
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TianaMarie
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
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