I love my love with an "M" because he's a maven.
I hate my love with an "M" because he's myopic.
My love's name is Michael,
He lives in the metropolitan area,
And I gave him a mission.
There are two guys I've liked much more than reason dictated - guys I immediately liked before I even knew their name, and liked out of all proportion to how well we ever knew each other.
One of them was N (as always, not his real name). When we first exchanged glances, and he smiled, I thought "He looks like a guy I'd be willing to marry." A strange reaction indeed, and one I've never had before (or since). N asked me once if I believed in love at first sight. I simply said No, and that was the end of that discussion.
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