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Meeting

I swear my heart lifted the moment I laid eyes upon him.
He stood solemnly, silently, among a room of conversations and laughter.
I stayed quiet too, biting my lower lip to keep from smiling about his handsomeness,
Trying to steady my breath as I thought of what to say to him.
The rest of the guests barely seemed to notice our presence.
It took great courage to move my hesitant feet, hold out my hand, and kindly greet him.
My mind ran blank as I searched for small talk.
How socially awkward I worried I must have been!

Yet, we passed more time together over days,
Opening up to each other a bit more each time we spoke.
I wracked my brain for insightful thoughts, my body for coolness,
Drowned by nerves and lack of self esteem,
Never even considering that he could possibly feel the same.

That was nearly a year ago,
Before he told me how he’d felt since the first night we met,
Before I told him the same,
Before we first clung tightly to each other’s hands, never wanting to let go,
Before I knew of love.

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