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Hovering thinking waiting wanting. The girl had all her belongings laid out on a tiny table, waiting, thinking I was late. Too late, I was already in love watching with all the answers I could hardly wait for her to ask and notice. Aimlessly through the pages, her book had her attention now, jealous simply…

The predawn stare planning out the day ahead. The treacherous stairs down the side of an eroded cliff every neighbor has them row after row after row a protective rib cage spanning the coast. A century of family members trudging along a worn out trip to the beach, how time has taken from this place.…

There is an open chance at love, a one in a million opening where it’s no surprise just how glued our eyes get. I find her irresistible this must mean something when it’s hard to think. She wears a forever necklace that says, i very simply wish… Perhaps the necklaced gift was her lucky charm…

With a half torn look she brings the microphone softly to her lips and for the first real time we get to hear that voice. In front of an audience she sings her glorious ballads I swear she was born for this night. Eyes affixed in adoration the volume grows around her we try to…

I can see why it takes a while to get close to you it’s a slow delicate ride. If I could get with you, I’d have a good laugh at all those who said you would never love me back. Like last night when you were everlasting helping me catching up to our last time.…