Valentine’s Day
By winking_tiger
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Can I kiss you?
He asks in the darkening car park
By the puddles of oil-covered rain
I rewound to the bench in the square
To the way his eyes didn’t stop shimmering
How he laughed when I told my stories
Walking new steps through a familiar city
He understood my weirdness
Followed me into the fray of silly thoughts
And joined in with the chorus
To the moment he gave me his gloves
Because my hands were cold and raw
It was Valentine’s Day
To when I got out of my car and saw him pulling his hat on
He turned to face me and smiled
And I grinned back
I swapped my sunglasses for black
and gold pom poms
And we held eyes then
As we hold eyes now
In the car park
Can I kiss you?
He asks
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I enjoyed reading your
I enjoyed reading your description of a moment which came to life through your words. Love is a silly thing except when you're experiencing it yourself, at which point it becomes the most important thing in the world. Your attention to detail in respect of what might normally be considered insignificant, such as the black and gold pom poms, highlights this.
Well done and thank you.
Turlough
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