Many years ago, in another life, long before the Queen, I met a woman during a business conference. She was blessed with black hair and hazel eyes that would bring a good man to his knees. Introduced through a mutual colleague, we got to know each other between breakout sessions and cocktail hours.
I can still remember when it happened, where I was, what I wore, and what I was doing when it all went sideways. No time or distance will erase the mark left when everything changed, the moment I came to myself.
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