So you're walking along on your merry way to wherever when your eyes lock with a passerby. Suddenly you're taken back. You couldn't remember his face before but suddenly you are two, three, four years prior holding hands with him. You can see his clothes and the way they hug his body around the chest and then fall free, you can smell his cologne, even though he's across the street it smells as if you're locked in an embrace. You can feel his hands at the small of your back as you look up to him before a kiss, and when your lips touch you suddenly feel a tingle run down your spin as if it's your first.
You stand there cemented to the curb as faceless people whiz by on their way from A to B. You stand there and clutch the bag on your shoulder as your mouth opens agape at the vision before you unites past to present and all you can say is....
Hi.
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