I'm used to women overlooking me in preference to my taller and admittedly more dashing brothers. Even if I see her first, one glance at them, and they can easily steal her away.
There's no point in hanging onto someone who doesn't want to stay, but for once in my life I'd like to find a woman of my own who wants only me.
Have to admit I didn't hope out my hope of finding her, and definitely didn't expect it to be one who literally swept my wheels from under me.
Not that I knew it at first. My downed bike made me too angry, until I, too, began to experience her fear.
For the first time in my life I discovered there's more to this world than can be explained away with logic and reason.
Do I believe in ghosts? I didn't. Until I met Raven.
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