Fragments

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            He sees me just as I see him.

            Our eyes meet, his dark, mine blue. His brown hair in the night is perfectly windswept, falling into his eyes in the most flawless of ways. He’s smoking the cigarette that caused the smoke, but doesn’t pull his gaze away from mine as he takes another drag. He’s dressed in jeans and a black jacket, standing alone.

            Neither one of us looks away.

            And then before I know what I’m doing, I’m removing myself from the brick and gliding across the empty street towards him