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Things have been pretty good lately, when I met you. I remember when I first met you. You extended your hand acknowledging each one of us. There wasn't any sparks at all. The day after I met you, when someone mentioned your name, I couldn't help but smile. What is this? Why am I smiling? And so, we meet again. You gave us a high five, and I couldn't even look at you in the eyes. Everytime you made your way towards us, I looked around pretending that your presence doesn't bother me. But it does. You used to approach us back then, but not anymore. It hurts. A simple "hi." Is more than enough. I hope you notice my existence. I mean our existence. That's why when our eyes met, I smiled at you like an idiot. After that, I looked away. I'm going to stop this feeling once and for all. But, I'm glad I met you. For you are a Man of God. You have influenced me to know more about My God without you knowing it. I'm going to get over you sooner or later, I just wish that I could tell you. When that happens, I'll be able to move on happily.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
Dear You
Things have been pretty good lately, when I met you. I remember when I first met you. You extended your hand acknowledging each one of us. There wasn't any sparks at all. The day after I met you, when someone mentioned your name, I couldn't help but smile. What is this? Why am I smiling? And so, we meet again. You gave us a high five, and I couldn't even look at you in the eyes. Everytime you made your way towards us, I looked around pretending that your presence doesn't bother me. But it does. You used to approach us back then, but not anymore. It hurts. A simple "hi." Is more than enough. I hope you notice my existence. I mean our existence. That's why when our eyes met, I smiled at you like an idiot. After that, I looked away. I'm going to stop this feeling once and for all. But, I'm glad I met you. For you are a Man of God. You have influenced me to know more about My God without you knowing it. I'm going to get over you sooner or later, I just wish that I could tell you. When that happens, I'll be able to move on happily.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
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