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  • I thought I was well past believing that it could happen to me. But it has happened. I don’t really know how. It’s true what they say. One day you turn a corner and it’s just there. But in the waiting time, you turn every corner thinking “Is this the right corner, is he the one?” only to discover, “Not really. Not quite right. Not for me.”

    But then there’s that one day you turn that one corner, unknowingly and out of nowhere, there you are and there he is.

    And you hear it. Your heart tumbling out of your chest down to your feet.

    And you might also hear the full sound of a knock high on your door and you tingle with excitement knowing he’s here to see you, just you. And you smile, you just smile thinking about this man. And then you smile some more. Even in the off times, when you should be focused on paying your water bill or you forget your paper on the copier at work because you are smiling and day dreaming.

    Or you might find yourself quietly giggling as you hear the heavy stream of pee hit the water in the toilet bowl from behind a closed door only to think “There’s a man that I’m falling so in love with right behind my bathroom door”.

    It could be the flaring snore in their sleep as they hold their strong arms around you or maybe its heavy footsteps on your wooden floors.

    Or perhaps it's the sound of two cups of coffee being poured in the morning instead of just the one. These are all the sounds you forget, the welcome sounds, the sounds you didn’t know you missed until you heard them again.

    And you might even hear yourself saying “Maybe all the wrongs have made a some kind of right”.
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