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He could not forget that moment when he saw her for the first time. Each time he sees a big blue door he thinks back to that moment.

It was a spring morning, he had just shut his front door and was on his way to work, when he caught sight of a young, beautiful woman standing in a doorway. She was leaning against the frame of a blue door, her eyes closed with the sun caressing her skin.

He wanted to approach her, ask her out for a date, or just tell her the truth: “you are beautiful, and I think that I am in love with you”.

But he did not dare, he was late for work, and worried that she might not be interested.

On his way back home he pictured her leaning against the blue door, but that was only in his imagination, there was no one there. He regretted not having talked to the beautiful stranger that morning. Would he ever see her again? Was there a possibility that she could love him too?

The ringing of the doorbell woke him from his sleep.

He opened his apartment door, and to his surprise, it was the young woman he had seen the day before, in her hands a letter. “I think this one was put into my mailbox by mistake”.

He looked into her eyes and they kissed in the doorway.


Written by Solveig Werner

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