we met when we were five.
my mother introduced us.
you were sitting on a bed, and playing
with a very old black phone...
the handle was so heavy you could barely pick it up
but you held it to your perfect blonde ringlets and talked quietly.
how is it SO blonde? i thought.
it was only a play day. there was no school
yet you were wearing black patent mary janes.
very dressy just for play. i thought.
you were brave and didnt pay any attention to me.
i didnt know you were my soulmate.
now all we can do is talk on the phone.
was it some sort of a joke?
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