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When we met in the apartment parking lot.  I listened to you while thoughts raced through my mind.

Wondering what your kiss taste like?  How soft or rough the caress would be.  How the fullness of having you in an embrace.

But whoa, hold I just met you and we sharing small talk.

Small talk.  Then you come into a deli where I work.  Ordering your food and batting your eye lashes.  Showing me your work badge, though I knew you get a discount.  Take your order to you and watch you go.

Thoughts of holding you.  Loving you.  Being with you.  I want to kiss you!  I would like to know what it would be like to wake up next to you.  Taste your kisses and feel how you hug.

I tried to be with other ladies, but there you were working your way into my guarded heart.

First attempt to get you on a date, but you stated you would but now isn't the time.  I work and admire you.

Six months later, you are moving back into the complex.  I offer help and then take a chance.

You, me, and the new Conan...

Almost four years later, I get to taste your kisses whenever I want.  Waking up to next to you feels awesome.  I remember falling asleep beside you the first time.  We woke up confused and looking at each other.

We met while you were moving out and I was moving in...  small talk in a parking lot...