Eye contact with her is more than could be asked for. The drink

gives my organ a jump. Too much so, but I still visit the shop

where she works and purchase the drink anyway. The race in my 

chest is worth it, her eyes are so new, and she made me forget

everything. She doesn’t know me, and I don’t know her, but I do

from somewhere. She is familiar as the shoes on my feet, then I 

can say maybe I am naive and this is some love at first sight. 

The same moment as our eyes her voice traveled into my ears and 

took the canals of my inside. And I visit and buy the drink that 

makes my hands shake. I saw her for the first time last week. I 

saw her today, I think she may love someone else, I don’t know her,

but eye contact, and her voice was new, and everything I saw when

I walked away was small things of her. I think she was thinking 

of something elsewhere, but eye contact. I think she may know what

I’m thinking because she smiles a small smile when our eyes. I 

think I know her name, but I forgot where I was standing. Her name

must be that of a flower, they always seem to be, but they are 

often named after those. No need to wonder about it all that much,

I still have to go get that drink next week. And i’ll tell her 

about my thoughts of this eye contact and her voice and that drink,

and love at first sight. It is a funny idea, like pitted dates,

and the way the dogs skip when they have a crooked hip. I think 

she is funny, because of the way her shoes are tied, and the way 

she smiles that little smile and the eye contact, and the way that

I’ve loved her since last week.

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