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Years ago, Somehow we met over shared music taste. We met at a resturant on Capital Hill to exchange some CDr's of our favorite artists.
I didn't think anything other than just meeting and exchanging CDs. But after a long and very pleasant conversation, you asked me back to your apartment on the East side of Capital Hill.
We talk well into the night and you made me this beautiful, My Friend The Chocolate Cake, CDr. You shared some intimate stories of you and your grandmother. And you cried on my shoulder as you told me of your pain. I was surprised that you opened yourself like that to me. I eventually I did go home.
We emailed back and forth but you were upset that I thought that you were interested in me as a friend or maybe more.
Didn't really make sense to me after the evening we shared.
Anyway, I pull your CDr out occasionally still to play it and it makes me wonder about you, even after all these years.
I think you worked in the sciences, if I remember correctly.
Anyway...I'm playing the CDr now so I thought I'd write. And I'm listening to, I Can't Find Love.
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