You were standing in front of me, and you don't know how loud my heart fluttered. It was intense. It felt like fate. Chance encounters are overwhelming.
Maybe it was your voice, maybe it was the way you smiled.
Maybe you noticed it too when you looked behind for a split second.
But we don't know each other.
Still, I feel like I could talk to you about love the way Adrienne Rich felt it in her poem.
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