The good ones are always taken

I’m writing to remember today. You were such a gentleman, holding open doors and all. You asked me about myself like you genuinely wanted to know. You asked questions to listen, not to respond. You really listened to me. You heard me. I felt comfortable with you, safe even. Like I could trust you with my secrets. And boy, did I enjoy learning about you and your beautiful soul, too.

Thank you for your chivalry, kindness, honesty and candor.

Thank you for that fleeting moment of happiness. 

I love writing about love.
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