Grains of Salt

…then out of nowhere, he lands on my page.  With how quickly he’d found it, I assume he’d been stalking me hours before; but in that moment, as I stood behind him nervously twisting the ring on my finger, I wasn’t bothered.  In fact, I felt special.  As if what I have to say is worth more than just a grain of salt, and he wants to read it.  

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