329 likes
"Do I know you?" he questioned.
"From Instagram?" she mentioned.
He refocused his gaze,
and was instantly put into a daze.
He liked just about all of her photos when they appeared on his newsfeed,
but now he had an urge to go undo the deeds.
She was not ugly-
no such thought came to his mind.
He slowly drank in her presence,
and realized that she offered so many presents.
Her face was fuller in person,
and she looked more put together with her purse on.
Her face was always bright on the media,
and, in person, her eyes shone even brighter than a meteor.
Her shy smile hit him with full force,
and her voice took him off course.
His first coherent thought was that he wanted to unfollow her,
the woman he saw facing him was someone so pure.
Not clouded by the mysterious 329 likes that detailed her posts,
her aura allowed him to realize that she was more than the social networks allowed her to boast.
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