Alma, The first time I saw you was in Giovanni’s. You came barreling into me while looking at your phone. I was so taken aback because when your body connected with mine, I felt this chemistry between us. You were wearing jean shorts and a baggy T-shirt. Your hair was up in a messy ponytail, strands falling, framing your face. You were clumsy and awkward, a little sweaty, and by far, you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I was immediately terrified of you and the power I knew you’d hold over my heart. After you apologized and went stumbling toward the restroom, I left without
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