When the day I met him, I knew he won't be the same person that I thought he was before.
He was standing along the busy High Street at that time, Smoking, and talking to a friend on the phone. The smoke from his cigarette blured him, also my sight.There is a kind of maturity flavour his voice, his words, his face, his gesture, all of him. This impression struck me so out of the blue that I suddenly felt he was totally a stranger to me.
The former tender impression fell into pieces on the ground.
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