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When we met
There was kindness in your smile.
You said I seemed familiar.
It is quite possible,
We had been at some of the same meetings,
Yet never before had met.
I've never trusted first impressions.
Probably because I ignore so much,
But the older I get, the more detail I notice,
The more reliable my intuition seems.

I've always liked to give misleading impressions.
I am confident enough that I don't care what people think,
And too complicated to figure out at first glance.
Let people underestimate me!
I like to surprise.
When we went around the room and introduced ourselves
You probably wondered what I was doing there—
You soon found out.
I soon learned to respect you.
I soon realized that I was headed down a familiar path;
I soon realized that I was falling for you,
And would not soon be over it.

You are quiet,
That intrigues me.
I discovered I was right:
There was kindness in your smile—
Yet mischievousness, too.
When you teased me
I hoped it was with affection.
When you said there was something you liked about me
You seemed to pull back
As though you had admitted too much.
That's how I wished to interpret it,
But I knew better.
I could see myself making the same old mistakes:
Believing what I wanted,
Inferring messages that were not there,
Misinterpreting friendliness.
Alas, my fate was sealed,
Since we met
And I saw kindness in your shy, sly smile.

Monday I'd hoped I'd be spared this Premonition