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The Most Romantic Thing I've Ever Heard

She fell for my face first,

     And my writing second.


But,

   I don’t think

       She ever fell for me.


I don’t think she ever knew me at all. 


I think she just liked the image.


   ‘A young handsome writer.’


Sounds nice on paper, doesn’t it?

  It’s something you can brag to your friends about at parties.


   Well I ain’t paper.

And I am hardly a writer.

   I am just a goldfish,

Swimming around,

   Forgetting every lesson I ever learn,

Just trying to stay afloat.

   That’s all I am.

Just a little goldfish in a pond of 7.4 billion other fish.

   

But . . .

   She is nice, sometimes.

And,

   She does smell really good.

And,

   She does have a lot of snacks at her house.

And,

  She does have a really cute dog.

And,

   She did give me her original copy of her favorite book.

And,

   I did read it.

And,

   I did love it.

And . . .

     She did close her eyes one night,

And reached over and felt my face with her hands.

   

And,

   Then,

She said something

   That I’ll probably never forget.


She said, 




“Even if I was blind, and I could just feel your face, I’d still want to fuck you.”




And I’ll be damned if that wasn’t the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. 

   


CH 1/12/25

 
 
 

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