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Facing Love I sat inside a restaurant by the window and waited for her. We were supposed to meet for breakfast, although it was nearly noon and she was ten minutes late already. I got here early because I hate making anyone wait for me. Most of the time I am twenty minutes late, but for her, I wanted everything to be perfect. She came through the door with the blistering wind behind her. The winter was refusing to die out, and today was probably the coldest day ever. "Hey! Sorry I'm late." she said, unravelling her scarf, and unbuttoning her coat. She sat down with a flop and breathed out a long sigh. She looked down to arrange herself and I took a quick glance to absorb her. Her hair was tied up, but there were loose strands falling lightly down the side of her face. She looked up and smiled. "Its alright, I just got here too." Although I'd been there for about fifteen minutes, I never like to make people feel more guilty about being late. I arranged this meeting to once and for all, tell her that I was so madly in love with her that I couldn't breath, or eat until I knew how she felt.
Approximate Word count = 823
Approximate Pages = 3.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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