i first saw him, and his smile, weeks before we ever met.
the first time he reached out to hold my hand.
our very first kiss.
when i met his dog.
after every fight.
at four in the morning.
i told him, he wouldn't stay.
he let me go.
i looked out of the window.
i called him.
he didn't come.
he never came.
i met him........my heart would break.
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