I wish you’ve asked for my name, or for my number, or for my e-mail, or for my hand, or for my eyes, or for a paper where you can scrawl down your number, or your dreams, or for a strand of my hair as a memoir of this day when you obviously bumped me on purpose, or for my words, or for my lips. I would’ve given you it.

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