I…
Wrong way to start
this.
She…
No, no, this is about
her, but I can’t start with her.
We…
No, no.
It was overcast, spitting rain. I was wrapped in my usual
brown trench coat and…
Focus, man.
The day was grey and lifeless, I was matching it. Then I saw
her, striding through the occasional raindrop as if they weren’t there.
OK, here we go…
She seemed so confident, so self-assured, that I knew she had
to be special, but who was I? No-one.
Wait, what? You weren’t no-one, you were special!
Oh, thank you dear.
Start over.
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