I'm pretty sure I dreamt about him years ago. Then when I saw him it was an epiphany.
There he is. I'm nervous, yet I give him a little note that makes him smile. We exchange numbers.
He's hot and cute; even his personality and gives me butterflies. I wait outside just to see him walk out the hall.
We talk and have nice conversations. He shows care in my painful past. I want him. It's an umbearable desire.
I tell him how I feel and what I want. It feels undescribable. I should've prepared for rejection.
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Infinity
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