Love letter # 527
Because I had no other way, I arranged coincidences. It was not difficult. Our routines made it easy for me to be at the same cafeteria, to catch the same train. We would talk and I would wonder. Could I make you notice me? Did you see what I saw?
Then our fingers touched. Barely a second. Then the pause in your breathing.
Now this, the end of hinting. Chance alone will not deliver. Only the risk of unambiguous speech. With these words I cross the line. Yes. I do.
The question now is: do you?
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