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A man smiled at me on the bus. 
Wide and inviting. 
I was consumed with you, I looked away, fumbled with my music, put earphones on. 

It hurt me because I saw him turn away. 
I saw how in an instant I could be seen as someone, as beautiful.. how this man was so full of happiness,
And I killed it. 

It's okay. 
He wasn't my type. 

You are though. I think. 
You are napping now. And after a year I have your picture. We say I love you. We have not met. Yet. 

Time. I have nothing but endless hours. Lonely hours. 
But you gave me a push today. A push to accomplish important things. 

So I thank you. 
And I wait. 



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