The Blue Door, Paris. Photograph by L. Style.I saw you leaning against my door. When you heard my footfalls on the flags you turned your head and uncrossed your arms.
I allowed myself to take a step. You smiled, and it reached your eyes.
"Hey, ninja-girl."
I took another step toward you, marveling at how my heart can stand still at a voice. A face. A name.
And then I was running.
Under the lambent glow of every streetlight, at every distant doorway - I look for you. I will be waiting for your knock. I will be hoping.
I allowed myself to take a step. You smiled, and it reached your eyes.
"Hey, ninja-girl."
I took another step toward you, marveling at how my heart can stand still at a voice. A face. A name.
And then I was running.
Under the lambent glow of every streetlight, at every distant doorway - I look for you. I will be waiting for your knock. I will be hoping.
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