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His speech was impressive from the moment of delivery to the instant of his conclusion. Strangers, allies, and enemies alike would hang onto each word of this tailored deliverance as he would explain vague details of our courtship to squash any questions of uncertainty, that would be verified by that kiss that still remained on my lips in tender appreciation. As he would speak the truth of his ambition to take a seat in politics to make the city he loves more than his own soul to the best it can be with the support of the people who make it what it is, he would end this monologue to the crowd in a standing ovation; myself included. But as his eyes would search the sea of people, those intimidating irises would land on me and speak to me in silence that he wanted me. My heart would race and