We met at Walrus Alley tonight. There was something … but you were with someone and I didn’t want to be disrespectful to her. The way you squeezed my hand as we said goodbye... and I squeezed back.
But I wouldn’t pass by a third time, and more of your friends arrived.
I appreciated your thirst for life, your love of dogs, your apparent willingness to take risks. You appreciated my dancing.
How do we bump into each other again… and again?
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