The meeting

Such an innocent start of such a wild story. I met her walking bored the streets. Killing the hours to flight back home when I passed that small shop offering strange, homemade, unique something. She always liked to be different, not part of the stream, live life her own way and enjoy whatever was near. It was just a smile in the crowd of people trying to handle with the guy, but I was sure it’s her, no hesitation. The hours, days, months, years we spent together left some tracking sense in me. I turned back and just watched her, standing on the street with hundreds of people passing me by…

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