Replying...
Intro. "Not all meetings are random. Some ... seem written by something that knows more than you how you imagine." The first time you saw her was in the condominium in which you just moved. A single look in the elevator, no word. Then you crossed it again. Same hour, same gaze. And now, on a rainy evening, they knock on your door: it's her. Any reason, a pretext. But in his eyes there is something that says: "I know you were waiting for me."

lyra

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