A beginning.



You were standing there watching, but only you knew of this action. I dug deep into my bag in search for my key, but this time, it seemed to be hiding from me. It’s almost as if my key knew you would take a few extra moments to reach me, to speak to me, to ask me my name. You silently stood as I continued to dig for what seemed like a lifetime. Just as I felt my fingertips touch the metal grooves on the silver key, I heard your voice for the very first time. It was like a melody flowing gently into my ears and I turned my head slowly to see what it came from. The sound was gentle, and my ears accepted your tone with ease. And every sense was heightened as I began to gaze upon your figure… 


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