“It was when he walked up to me.
That was when I knew.
He was the one for me.”
Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary. But there was something about the way he moved that caught my eye. How could such a creature be so breathtaking? No matter how much I fought it, my eyes kept driving towards him. It was as if he was a magnet. But that wasn’t what surprised me the most about that night. It was when he walked right up to me and took my breath away. That was when I knew. He was the one for me.
© Sarah Doughty
I fell. Just like that.
This was written for day fourteen
of November Notes.
Sensitive Kind
By John Mayall
Sarah Doughty 
Beautiful
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Oh thank you, my friend! 😊😊😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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I love you to read your romantic pieces!!! Makes my day!!
xoxoxo
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Aww thank you, my friend!
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I remember this moment with my boyfriend ❤ Beautiful piece, your writing always evokes so much emotion within me ❤
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Aww thank you, sweet Jazz!
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“Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary.” I really like that you used the word “hereditary” instead of the expected “Destiny” or “Fate”. It’s a surprising and thought-provoking choice.
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I thought you might like that. I didn’t want it to feel predictable. I wanted it to be a little more in-depth. Something coded in both sets of DNA, makes for an intriguing thought. 😊
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So true! 😀
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Now, THAT’S love at first magnet!! Great writing! Great blog!
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Many thanks! I’m so glad you like it!
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