It was more of a question...than an answer. The way she looked at me. The way she stood..tall and only slightly bent.. taller than all the others.
Maybe - you'll notice me? Maybe you'll see me? Maybe you'll choose me - today? Maybe..?
She asked - quietly. Almost a whisper...but not quite. She asked - almost apologetically. Perhaps - not wanting to hear the response.
I wanted to reassure...to promise...to tell her that - of course - I see. I smiled.
She smiled back. I nodded. She bowed her head.
And for a moment - I wasn't quite sure. Was it me who chose she? Or - did she choose me?
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