Siren of the Park
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She came every day; around the same time. Sat at the same bench. Staring, pacifically, at the water`s edge.
I˙d sit next to her, frequently. Casting sidelong glances. Attracting her attention. It was passion from week two. We met. We talked; shared
... we fell in Love. It was deep, soulful. The kind of love that hurts when you`re apart for long. My dearest Siren of the Park...