I wrote this poem in 2007, shortly after I met Guy (my husband) in person for the first time.
Did I know you
before I even met you?
Were those restless nights
my way of missing you?
The emptiness
that always made me wonder
was it my heart
waiting just for you?
Did I love you
before I even met you?
gs
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I remembered seeing Tessa in college ten years before I actually met her. I taught in a classroom where she had class just afterward. I saw her twice a week. Then, ten years later when a friend described her to me and told me I must meet her, I knew exactly who he meant.
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