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At Barnes & Noble, a man was dressed in drab colors near the entrance. I don't think I would have taken a second glance at him; however, as I passed by the table of books, I saw that he was kneeling. He was kneeling in order to affectionately kiss the cheek of a girl toddler. She scrunched up her face, but I could tell she loved that man because she didn't resist.
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There was a teenager across from me as I was traveling to the city. He was wearing a gold Catholic cross. When I was traveling back home, a woman across from me was wearing a silver version of the same cross.
I know that it's not a big deal. I know that the Catholic cross is a common symbol. But I couldn't stop wishing that you were sitting next to me so that I could turn to you and smile, and kiss you, and cradle your cross in my hand, and then kiss you again.
I dreamt about you last night. I woke up and knew you weren't beside me.
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