a strong, smart, fabulous melancholic.
She knew right away that I was crazy for her, already taking measurements for a pedestal.
She said, "Hey! I'm a person, not the idea of a person!"
"Aren't people both?" I said in my aspiring metaphysical philosopher way.
A whisper of a smile—a good sign.
"Let's go out to eat," she replied after a long pause--
a foreshadowing of the patience she would teach me--
"I'm reading Age Of Enlightenment right now; We can discuss Kant."
Love, for us, hit both fast and slow.
The real thing.
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