Dear A,
Isn't it funny how simple things can just stick like glue in your head for quite some time? Like the way you wore your white t-shirt and blue jeans that night, or the way you waved your hand in hesitation the second time we met.
I can still remember the look on your face, a deep heavy voice, a few gray strands here and there, and those curious, confused slanted eyes.
Then you cracked a smile.
And I chuckled.
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