Lana

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Mentioning my name was like magic. As I hear it, waves of memories strike. Childhood, elementary, high school, and college memories.

"I need to get to work," said I and bid good bye to Ella.

Just hearing my name, I remembered who I am. While on my way, driving to work, a song suddenly played. This is my favorite song!

I, I loved you in secret
First sight, yeah, we love without reason
Oh, 25 years old
Oh, how were you to know and

My, my love had been frozen
Deep blue, but you painted me golden
Oh, and you held me close
Oh, how was I to know what

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets
Picture of your face in an invisible locket
You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
I had a bad feeling
And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis
People started talking, putting us through our paces
I knew there was no one in the world who could take it
I had a bad feeling

But we were dancing
Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied
Yeah, we were dancing
Like it was the first time, first time
Yeah, we were dancing
Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied
Yeah, we were dancing
And I had a bad feeling
But we were dancing

Before the song reach its end, I just found myself parking the car outside a breathtaking building.

I am confidently passing through the glass door as I greeted the security guard a "good morning."

A smile is plastered on my face while heading to our office with my blue pullover, black leather skirt, and black stilettos on.

"Good morning, Lana!"

"Good morning, guys!" I greeted my co-workers as I headed straight at my cubicle.

I checked my email and found a visual bunch of files sent by our manager. I need to proofread all of these in just a day!

Having an idea what the other inbox consists, I clicked it and this popped:

You are the light in my darkened world. Your smiles, your laughter, all of you. You are the sweetest girl I've ver known. Damn, girl, kill people with kindness.

-Tu Cabellero

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