years multiply in a crowded room where your eyes meet his a familiar spark flickers a ghost of the laughter and whispered Secrets he once shared but a hand rest positively on his arm and you smile gracing his lips in that instant a Bittersweet truth Dons a path not taken I love left unspoken could this chance encounter reignite a flame or will the weight of what might have been forever linger in the air
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