At thirteen, we passed each other.
I saw him.
He saw me.
Something sparkled, as we passed by.
I thought of him.
He thought of me.
Eight years later, we met. And knew.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
At thirteen, we passed each other.
I saw him.
He saw me.
Something sparkled, as we passed by.
I thought of him.
He thought of me.
Eight years later, we met. And knew.
Here’s to second chances! Love this and now I am beginning to love the sevenling!