The Meet
The meet
Waiting there, in my own isolated world, waiting for the first glimpse of you
Thinking, is it going to be the same as the dozen or so previous ones before?
Then entered the smile, the honest interaction and smouldering intensity. Then suddenly it is time to go.... I want to meet again I said (in my mind). Do you like pizza I asked?
Here is my number was the reply.
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