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Canuckle Β· 51-55, M
Iβm sitting in this comfy leather chair when she entered the room for orientation. He long platinum blonde hair flowing over the shoulders of her black leather jacket. She glanced at me and I smiled back into her gorgeous green eyes. She sat a across in the matching love seat. Her petite figure and her stylishly torn tight fitting denims were so distracting. I had to meet this angel of the universe. We struck up a brief conversation, but it wasnβt until our second encounter that we started to converse.
A weekend retreat brought us closer, the late dance, the last songβ¦I finally asked her and she accepted. Our first was a slow beautiful acoustic melody. We had a connection.
Our first date was spent over consuming coffee at a 24 hour coffee bar. We spent 8 hours chatting about life, past misfortunes, and us. By the end of the night our hands clasped across the table and our eyes bound to each otherβs. She was my first love.
A weekend retreat brought us closer, the late dance, the last songβ¦I finally asked her and she accepted. Our first was a slow beautiful acoustic melody. We had a connection.
Our first date was spent over consuming coffee at a 24 hour coffee bar. We spent 8 hours chatting about life, past misfortunes, and us. By the end of the night our hands clasped across the table and our eyes bound to each otherβs. She was my first love.