the first day,
the day it all began.
a wet and windy tuesday
unremarkable, indistinguishable from any other
completely normal,
just like her.
but he didn't seem to think so
at least,
thats what it seemed like
when he gave her his first gift
a glance.
it was short
fleeting, cursory,
but when his eyes met hers
it felt like he saw her
not the clothes that she wore or the books that she carried
just
her.
but then he carried on,
the tide of students drew him away.
and although she didn't cross paths with him again that day,
he crossed her mind
every minute of it.
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an: so the whole thing is going to be in this sort of poetry form
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