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the love and lost quartet - part one - a chance meeting

like a breath of fresh air my eyes fixated as she rushed on by like an angel put here just for me my shyness a weakness an opportunity left behind in her wake a ticket to stand in her presence her deepest desires and darkest secrets bound up inside a spiral notebook finding its way to the floor i took possession of it without hesitation giving silent chase without a name to call tracking just the scent of her lilac perfume heart racing and pupils dilating tired muscles and short on breath dodging people and barreling through corridors once outside my pursuit ends a gentle touch creating ripples for years to come how soft her skin felt under my fingertips her long brown hair flowing as she turned her green eyes piercing through me and her voice intoxicating me with but a word "yes?" yes, yes indeed oh god yes without a word on my part she looks down and takes notice bewilderment mixed with relief on her face a "thank you" from her lips felt like being knighted forever your humble servant oh dear angel speak unto me your name "danielle" my body shudders my mind races my chest tightening my name escapes as meek she smiles and waves goodbye that night in my bed restless by the days events by the glow of my desk lamp pen in hand, "february 20, 1994 dear journal, today i met the girl of my dreams..." * inspired to write this based on Leo Larry Amadore's "The You In Me"

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Date: 6/6/2014 2:14:00 PM
You discovered a rare world romance, and have honored it with riveting affection Raven. "How her soft skin felt under my fingertips..." fantastic adoration. J.A.B.
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Date: 6/6/2014 6:17:00 PM
She was more than worthy of the adoration she received. A very rare breed, she was. My yearning may seem trite, but it is 'my yearning'. Perhaps one day, I will be able to move on. Thank you for reading, Justin. Love & light, brother. - Raven