"I had a dream last night. It was kinda odd."
"What was it?" I asked as I made my way into the kitchen to make a sandwich.
"We were younger. I was meeting you for the first time again. It was so strange and you were just as antisocial in the dream as you were when I met you all those years ago."
"Oh really? I prefer the term 'aloof' or even ' reserved' but not anti-"
"You were so antisocial and you know it." She laughed.
"I was just locked away," I made my way back to the living room and sat next to my wife on the couch."then I met you."
"Oh is that right? I remember it the other way around."
She stole a bite of my sandwich.
"No, I'm pretty sure I was this pent up shy kid when I met you."
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September met January on a rainy day in May.
Teen FictionDrew was an antisocial piano player who never fit in. Evangeline, was a violinist song writer who needed a new muse. Drew was hopeful and always believed in the impossible. Evangeline was skeptical and more of a realists. Drew believed in love at f...
