This hit differently than other instances of infatuation. I could not break eye contact, not because of the overwhelming beauty and grace that I lost track of the conversation (there was no lack of any of it but no), I remember every bit of it. But because of how real it was and the sheer maturity, inner strength and honesty in the conversations.
I still don't see a checkered flag, but I'm still optimistic about a photo finish. Someday is near and I can almost smell it.
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