Thinking
She looked taken aback for a second, her head slightly pulled back as she stared at me with wide bewildered, blinking eyes. My blunt confession had come out a bit too forward and so sudden that she still quite couldn’t believe what she already heard for the third time now. “I’m sorry,” she softly spoke through the deafening calmness surrounding us, and she sounded so obviously anxious and startled, “Who are you?” The stillness of this foggy cold night embraced me in heavy comfort as I stumbled back a reply to that awkward question coming from her. It made me feel a little bit unsure. Was I possibly mistaken? “Y-you already m-met me,” I told her with growing uncertainty, unable to meet her eyes back and blushing in sheer embarrassment as I fidgeted with the lapels of my coat, “Ten years
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