It was the most poetic meeting I've ever had. Having just returned home from the long night's work, I was waiting for the elevator and when it arrived, decided I would wait for the next one just because I thought I should. Sure enough, as luck would have it, the doors opened and my beautiful girl was standing in front of me. Her face lit up as she saw me look up with relieved eyes. I was so glad that I got to hold her one minute before we parted again for the next bank of hours apart. As she held me, I began to drift to sleep because being in her arms is being home and comfortable. We leave each other, only with the memory of the chance meeting and the hope that 5 PM will come around quicker than it actually will.
[kyle]
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