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The beginning—an accident.
All without expectations.
Shaking; he greeted me upon
My arrival.
Him: Proud, standing tall, inviting.
Me: Jumpy, unfocused, defensive.
He arrived with a less-than-ambitious
Agenda; as did i.
In the past…He didn’t want a relationship,
Until he knew he could accomplish
Something concrete.
Paused—Smiling and welcomingly
I accepted that unstable me,
His frontal focus point.
During the next six months…
We both grew stronger.
We both grew more prosperous.
We both grew an alliance.




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