7 years ago I met Mr. Beautiful in Basel. It was one of the odd situations where I was going to visit his roommate... I rang the doorbell and Mr. Beautiful opened the door. I was immediately awestruck. I was definitely visiting the wrong guy.
Mr. Beautiful has been in and out of my heart ever since - a lot more in then out really.
Yesterday, I was walking with my sister on her street when I recognized the building... 7 years later, my sister has moved on the same street I met Mr. Beautiful. Funny twist of fate.
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So is Mr. Beautiful still there, and is he still beautiful????
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