Do you remember that time you met me at the Greyhound bus station?
It was meant to be a surprise, but I saw you through the window before you saw me.
And what a sight you were, such a beautiful young man.
In that moment you were not the wild bad boy that everyone knew you as.
You were expectant, hopeful.
Smoking a cigarette, your eyes scanning the windows.
Smiling when you finally saw me.
Such an intimate moment, so sweet and revealing.
I was a little flustered to see you and grateful that I was having a good hair day.
You took my bag and we started walking back to your apartment.
It was late May and the air was soft, it felt like little feathers tickling our faces.
We were quick talking, frenetic, like the romantic leads in a 1930’s movie.
You were not accustomed to women disagreeing with you, arguing their point, making you work for their approval.
But you loved it.
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