Walking down the stairs from the upper level, I saw you as you walked up
the same stairs with a group of people. You have dark black hair and
flashed me the longest, most beautiful smile. It breaks my heart to think
about it now and to think that I didn't turn right around and walk up to
you and ask if you're "the one." I wore glasses, a dark greenish-blue
jacket, red plaid shirt and levis -- my hair is graying. I'm shy I guess.
You were with a group of people and I was with my pal. And now I regret it
deeply that I didn't run you down and speak to you. If you see this, thank
you for that smile. I'd give anything to see you again. ntllct@yahoo.com
