Prologue
Some people fall in love loudly.
Mine began with silence.
A chipped coffee cup. A man who never smiled.The same seat. The same drink. The same distance between us.
I didn’t mean to notice him.And he didn’t mean to leave behind that pen.
But once you borrow a piece of someone, you start to wonder what the rest of them might feel like.









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