3/8/2021 eighth of Septemberthe first time I saw you was on the eighth day of my sixteenth September.
you didn’t know me, but you took me into your arms like you did. like you knew where I’ve been and what I’ve seen and where I was heading next. I’ve spent almost four years thinking of that night and how I almost slept through it and how I almost cancelled and how I almost left halfway through, but something was waking me up and telling me to go and telling me to stay in that booth with you until midnight. almost four years of getting to know you like the back of my hand inside and out, four years of falling in love with you, four years of globe-trotting to be where you are. and after eight months of trying anything and everything to forget your name, I cannot wait to get to know you all over again. Comments are closed.
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