I thought, the possibilities are beyond remote, just like there is always a chance that a falling leaf will hit the palm of your hand.
I stood to prepare myself, but you were there.
I am not sure.
Yet I know.
All I want to do is to look yet avoid eyes, to touch yet feel not, to wonder but not lose myself.
Why are you waiting? What are you waiting for?
I'm already here, just waiting for you to catch up.
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