Bathroom trashcan at American University

One of the first persons I see in the morning…
Class, jokes, notes, smiles and half glances out of the corner of my eye,
slight shyness, slight smile, a windy but beautiful sunny day…
Progress on the grass, alone on the quad…
Convergence…
Separation, her alone on a bench,
lunch with the lack of awkwardness.
To lay in the sun as it shone directly on our faces, eyes closed…
But the aura of her felt so near, I could feel her presence beside me…
Trading stories, thrown up into the wind and passing in no time with laughter and smiles.

-For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years

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