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The first words You ever said to me were, “May I please take your hand in marriage?”                                                                                                                            I stared at the burning cigarette                                                                                                          Nestled perfectly between your fingertips.                                                                                                                                       My eyes made their way                                                                                                                To the hand that was holding my own.                                                                                                                             I let the words slip past my lips                                                                                                                                Without a second thought or                                                                                                                                                   Hint of hesitation.                                                                                                                                   Because for once in my life,                                                                                                                                               Something felt right                                                                                                                                    In welcoming spontaneity. The first words I ever said to you were, “Of course.”
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
First Impressions
The first words You ever said to me were, “May I please take your hand in marriage?”                                                                                                                            I stared at the burning cigarette                                                                                                          Nestled perfectly between your fingertips.                                                                                                                                       My eyes made their way                                                                                                                To the hand that was holding my own.                                                                                                                             I let the words slip past my lips                                                                                                                                Without a second thought or                                                                                                                                                   Hint of hesitation.                                                                                                                                   Because for once in my life,                                                                                                                                               Something felt right                                                                                                                                    In welcoming spontaneity. The first words I ever said to you were, “Of course.”
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
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