Some time 7 years ago I met a man wandering the beach, an intriguing fellow who promised me a coffee, and well that never happened
But time moves like a river, flowing and slipping through our fingers no matter how we might grasp it, and then one night there he was, a familiar face at a crowded coffee stand.
Needless to say I got my coffee, dinner and the company of a man who'd come back to find answers to questions lost in a buried past.
Over the nights that became weeks, we bumped into each other on occasion and despite the contrast of our worlds there was a friendship forming that none would have ever expected... least of all me..
But through it all I saw him, past the lies and the mask he shows the world...and I knew him, as if he had always been there..
Mine, now and in all the nights to come. My mate
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