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Memories of You (A Series)
<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><strong>The Night We Met</strong></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">I remember the first time I saw you, but I remember it in snatches, like a dream, a cacophony of stolen moments that culminated in that night. </p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">The glow of the parlour light, my dad’s beer beside two glasses, one for him, one for you and the deep fatigue on my mom’s face. Then, suddenly, me in bed, my head filling with a hot, insistent curiosity that would eventually be the death of me.</p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">I woke up the day after, and the house was busy as usual. Dad was correcting my homework while having breakfast, a habit I never understood, and Mom was tying my shoelaces. </p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">It was 9 AM, and I knew by the time they dropped me off at school they would both be late for work. Yet, there was no hurry in their movements. They seemed... settled.</p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">It wasn't until we were on our way out of the apartment that I saw you. I had been convinced you were a dream, and like most dreams, I had already forgotten you. </p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Suddenly, I was at the back of the car, and you were at the wheel, waving goodbye to my parents as they made their way out of the apartment in another car.</p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">That was the first time we were alone together. The first time you looked at me, not with the politeness reserved for a guest, but with a warm, steady focus that told me you were going to know me. You didn’t rush me into the car. You just waited, your smile soft.</p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">And with the smile I would eventually come to love, you looked back and told me your name. </p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">(Stay tuned for the next part)</p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-c24464a6-7fff-44a2-b858-49953f6ff7a6" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p>
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