His Smile
Posted on April 28, 2009 | No Comments
He was smiling the first time I saw him. He smiled so brightly that day. We had lunch and talked like it was not the first time for us to see each other. It’s like we’ve known each other for a long time.
It was a brief encounter. He had to go elsewhere that day. I could have talked to him for hours still, he asked me if I wanted to see him again that night. I declined. I am not comfortable seeing him afterwards. For one reason or another.
Category: Thinking of the Past
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