Future Lover

When tectonic plates shift, an earthquake rocks the other side of the world.

A feeling as strong as love can't possibly be conjured from the first time our eyes met—across the office, tucked into your personal cubicle—but something sparked to life, that much I'm certain. A weak, flickering ember.

I simply knew: I would come to love you.

I didn't know when, nor did I know how, but I knew you would one day mean everything to me.

It takes a while for the earthquake to come. Meeting you was my tectonic shift. Introverted, startlingly snarky girl, whom I will one day have the honor of loving, I'm glad I was fated to meet eyes with you.

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