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When you walked instead of scuttling, you dreamt of love– 

 

You took those photos with affection, so that I looked at her and loved her in the most ordinary of settings, plain grass, no makeup, her unvarnished eyes that regarded your lens as if it were you.

 

Did you dream of maybes or were you respecting what already was, when you looked at me before I lost my shoe and shut the car door?