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August 29, 2014 That was the first day of BIO 201 lab. The first day for a lot of things actually Like meeting the first who met my standards Or meeting my very first college crush Silly isn't it? How it all sounds like it's high school again But, from that day on, I couldn't stop saying his name Gabe this, Gabe that, or Gabe (insert something nice here) I remember I'd always tell my best friend About how smart he was It was the kind of brilliance that was contagious It made you want to push yourself to be better He was so intellectually stimulating That it was inspiring and endearing to watch I wanted to surround myself by people like him I wanted to be surrounded by him I never really thought much about it It never came to mind why I spoke so much about him Why all I see are the goods, even from his flaws I wanted to know more about him Until now... Because now I know... That maybe... Just maybe... I like him.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
August 29, 2014
August 29, 2014 That was the first day of BIO 201 lab. The first day for a lot of things actually Like meeting the first who met my standards Or meeting my very first college crush Silly isn't it? How it all sounds like it's high school again But, from that day on, I couldn't stop saying his name Gabe this, Gabe that, or Gabe (insert something nice here) I remember I'd always tell my best friend About how smart he was It was the kind of brilliance that was contagious It made you want to push yourself to be better He was so intellectually stimulating That it was inspiring and endearing to watch I wanted to surround myself by people like him I wanted to be surrounded by him I never really thought much about it It never came to mind why I spoke so much about him Why all I see are the goods, even from his flaws I wanted to know more about him Until now... Because now I know... That maybe... Just maybe... I like him.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
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