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I remember the first time I heard the song we had dedicated to ourselves in love. I listened to the words. It was exactly how I felt about you. It was like the song was meant for us, and so we had thought. I remember the first time I saw you. It was a quick greeting and there was no connection. We had completely dismissed each other and we just didn't even try. I had thought of you as a mere stranger, a potential acquaintance. My life was great as it was. It was quiet, peaceful and perfect. In my head, I had thought that it would be as it was for a long time. Clearly, I thought wrong. I paid little attention to you. I would have never believed what had happened next. . .

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