for the guy with the grey sweater

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i saw you today, to my delight, i may add. again, my friend was with me when we crossed paths, exchanging innocent smiles. your hair was messier than ever and the dark jacket you were wearing somehow looked like it was made for you – complementing both your eyes and skin tone.

as soon as you were out of sight, and i stabilized my heartbeat, she asked if you were the guy i told her about. i replied with a short ‘yes’, but the grin on my face must have given away a lot, since she kept asking me questions. had we met before; did we go to the same school; am i in love with you – she didn’t stop asking. replying with shrugs and smiles, she eventually stopped interrogating me. though her last question kept haunting my thoughts for the rest of the day – am i in love with you?

am i?