Listen, I saw you at the mall.
I suppose what I should say is
I fell in love with you.
The bend of your elbow when you were paying with that visa
the cocoa color of your shoulder
and how you wore the hell out of that maxi.
I mean - it's like that dress was sewn for your ass.
It's mostly okay that I stopped myself
(about 5 times)
from telling you how amazing you looked.
I figured you had a boyfriend - and also,
I'm married.
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