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I’d never really worried about meeting someone, But the day that I met Selma, I understood why. Everything about her told me that she was the one, So I wasn’t about to let the chance pass me by. No matter what the result was going to be, I had to know if she may have felt the same way. Two days ago, I asked her to go out with me. When she said yes, she didn’t know she made my day. I will mail a copy of this poem to myself And leave it sealed in an envelope for the next year. I will give it to her so she can see for herself That, from the beginning, my feelings for her were clear.