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On that last day of the coffee shop being open. I was there at the end of the day showing you my art, when you brought me my coffee as I sat at a table in front of the counter near the front door. Just before a family came into the store we looked into each other's eyes, I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss you and felt time actually slow down. As the sound of people walking in the front door hit our ears, we both turned to look toward them in slow motion. At least it felt that way. Then you got up to take their order.
I've dreamed of that moment ever since and wished we had kissed.
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