CHICO
As the darkness embraces the sky
Another night will be gone. Another night will be wasted.
A newb to the night life, but already knew there would be no decent males in any club.
A single woman who just wanted to survive one more lonely night.
Already gave up on the idea of finding Love, or at least believed that Love was not going to come knocking any time soon.
Anticipating the day she will see it, but for now, it is the dread of having to go back to responsibilities at home.
As she sat there watching the others dance carelessly to the loud house, wishing the night to be longer, unbeknownst to her, a young man sat right next to her,
And as he introduced himself, she thought this foolish man must think that she is younger.
"Hello, my name is Chico," said he.
Amen, this is the beginning of a beautiful love story.
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