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I saw him weeks ago at an event,

immediately falling for his smile that forms crescent.

Again I came across him,

in a cafe with his chum.

It hadn't been any ages,

Yet again I saw him.

The first meet was an accident,

The second meet was a coincident,

But the third meet was fate, and an inevitable one at that.

I fight the urge to talk to him,

for I know that if it was really fate,

then I might meet him again,

when I would approach him first,

And live my Happily ever after.

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