the first time i saw him was in a coffee shop. he smiled at me from across the room; a small smile, the one you usually give to strangers at coffee shops. it wasn't new or strange. people smile at strangers all the time. but there was something different about him. the way he stood, the way he held a small caramel latte in his hands. he was different.
i didn't think anything of the interaction at the time, but now i do think of it. all the time.
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Romance"𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪" what happens when someone who's been invisible all their life meets a boy who really sees them? "𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝" (starte...
