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He still waits for me

September He is possibly the most beautiful person I have ever seen. It'll be hard to get him to notice me. October He flirts with me sometimes, but maybe he flirts with everyone. November Why am I keeping track of where he is in the-oh fuck he's coming over. December He sat next to me. He gave me a party hat that said matched my eyes. January Who? February Oh don't let this start again. He's opinionated, he's pretentious... he's flirting again. Shit. March You won't be seeing him around anymore. Shame. April I could have sworn his eyes lit up when he saw me. Wow he's actually talking to me. May Oh fuck he's there already waiting for me. He's there. And he is waiting, for me.
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scarlett-powell
Welsh
Published
May 25, 2015
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#love#romance#hum#months#meeting
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