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I smiled and waved a goodbye at Shawn, stepping off the metro at my stop.

I walked slowly out of the station, smiling at the middle-aged man we had danced with earlier that day. He was packing his things up, probably ready to return to his family.

In the silence of the cool evening, I listened to my shoes tapping against the cold stairs as I ascended to exit the station. The atmosphere was painted by warm colors, oranges and pinks spreading into the perfect sunset.

In the dark creases of the whipped clouds I saw the color of Shawn's eyes,
the color of coconut shells that radiated the warmth of a tropical beach.

Maybe Shawn was right. How could I think I didn't matter when I had the power to turn a person's day around with a simple smile or a listening ear and a few worlds spilling love?

I had the power to put someone back together with a hug, save them by offering a kind compliment.

And as I climbed the tree and sat on my windowsill to admire the sunset, I couldn't help thinking that that was pretty special, and that maybe, just maybe, I could be something pretty special too.

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