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  • One month ago, you stood outside my door

    waiting patiently while I put the finishing touches on my "date night" outfit

    unlocked my side of the car,

    first and held the door open for me

    you asked questions

    so I liked classical music?

    what was it like living in Hong Kong?

    eager to know me, eager to form a connection

    during dinner, we savored surprising new flavors

    steelhead roe

    maple cream

    lightly toasted brioche

    pumpernickel bread

    what a funny name...pumpernickel

    and delighted in each other's musings

    you smiled at me

    you shared your loved of music

    you were obsessed with a new group, The Lumineers,

    you kissed me

    the softest lips I had ever felt, and my senses tingled, waking up as if out of a hundred year sleep...

    But that was one month ago

    when we were starting, instead of finishing
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