The Pull

It wasn’t the typical story.

Our eyes didn’t lock across the room;

there wasn’t a magic spark

that revealed what we would become.

But with every word, every phrase,

and every smile,

the magic stirred within us

something so blissfully magnetic

we would have been kidding ourselves

had we not surrendered to the pull.

-C.M.

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