The day I met Benji was not particularly a special one. Come to think about it, I think it had been pretty rotten up till then. Any other night and I would have left the house earlier or I would have passed out on one of the comfy couches. But that night, a cold one bordering Winter, I decided to stay. I sat on the couches for hours, tired from the day and waiting. For nothing in particular. He walked in and stood beside me. I hadn't talked to him for more than ten minutes before I knew that I liked him.
Occasionally, I can't help but wonder why I talked to him for as long as I did, typing my name into his phone. For two more hours, grinning big smiles in response to his grins. Sometimes I forget why I fell in love with him. And then he comes home and flashes a smile. He holds me and I remember.
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