I've talked to you a few times now, shyly ambling the landscapes of conversation, with my heart rapidly beating inside the vacuum of my chest. The glance of your eyes makes my universe stop, giving me the impression that we were the only two souls in the room, any room, for light years of time. I wished that we could go for a walk and talk about Alaska and some of the books we have recently read and are currently reading but I didn't want to impose. The first time we talked, you told me that you thought my dog was cute. If you read this and remember me, tell me what book you were reading and let me know if you would like to go for a walk sometime.
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