It Started At A Coffee Shop

It Started At A Coffee Shop

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I was at his grave. I can't believe it's been 3 years he's been gone. I remember his brown hair,well not brown at this time in our ages, he 63 and I am 60. His eyes were an emerald green. He absolutely loved children, and acted like he would bust your head in at times but lord knows he was a teddy bear. I come here every day and just talk to him. I decided to go home after about 2 hours of being there and decided to make myself a cup of coffee.I thought about how i first met the love of my life. It all started at the the coffee shop.
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I felt an ice cold tear spill down my pink and flustered cheeks and as it did I reached up and wiped it away with the sleeve of my hoodie. I dared to glance a look to my left and saw Jamie watching me. We locked eyes, he smiled and then looked away, but I couldn't bring myself to stop staring. His deep brown eyes were a daydream and his shoulder length hair a... trap for destruction. No, I couldn't let myself go there. I was just setting myself up to be hurt... again. I've had enough of that for a lifetime.

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