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I was walking along minding my own business. I couldn't
even see her where she was standing as I walked through, but I felt her. How can words describe that? I shivered. My heart
started pounding, the blood screaming through my veins that something was near. Something scary and dangerous, yet something
that could be so special that I couldn't help but to feel it, couldn't help but to want it. I refused to look and kept walking.
Later, coming back through, I tried not to look but couldn't resist a quick glance and omg she was beautiful. I kept walking,
trying to control my heartbeat, willing it to slow down. I started fighting then, and the thinking began. Who was she? Was
she married or have a boyfriend? Was there any chance that she hadn't given her heart away already? On and on, over and over.
It's hard to be around anybody when I get to thinking like that. I have no attention span for them, there's too much going
on in my head. All the voices from the past, screaming at me that I love them, not this new creature that has all of a sudden
taken control of my thoughts. This beautiful woman that I've only glimpsed, yet has struck me so deeply. I've already figured
out that one look in her eyes, just one chance meeting of our eyes, and I'll be gone. I vow not to let that happen, but as
soon as I do one of the other me's in my head points out that it will happen and there's no point fighting it. You can't just
be around someone and never look them in the eyes, it's gonna happen and happen it did. There was no fighting it, it just
happened. I walked around a corner and there it was, the first time our eyes met. I caught it quick, to give myself credit.
It was only a brief moment that I'll always remember and cherish, because it's when I lost a piece of my heart to her. It's
her scar on there now, a little slice that feels like the deepest one ever. That scar is there now because as I tore my eyes
away from hers, already hopelessly lost, I saw the ring on her finger. I've felt this pain before and I'm sure it's not the
last time, there will always be a next time. She's out of my life now and I miss her every day. Another brief chapter in my
life of falling in love with someone whose heart I can't have.
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