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The first time I met you you were a stranger I desperately wanted to know. A voice that carried and a face I searched for while performing. "Who are you?" "Apprentice sound tech and lights guy" I had never seen you before. New? Freshman. My heart lept. You didn't look like a freshman. You didn't act like a freshman. You didn't carry yourself like a freshman. You were different. You were new. You were sweet. We messed around a bit before rehearsal, theater became something I looked forward to instead of dreading. After each performance I realized I no longer would have an excuse no opportunity to talk with you. I had no number, no Snapchat username, no Instagram handle, no Facebook info. Kylee was my savior; let me steal your Snapchat from her. You added me back later that day. Facebook friends. Found your Instagram. Sent a snap of me making a pun. You laughed, thanked me for the cupcake I brought just for you, since you tried to steal mine the previous day. We talked for hours. Exchanged Skype names. Now I love you and I can't get out. I don't want to. I know I'll get hurt but the high you give me is too good to pass up.
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
Stranger
The first time I met you you were a stranger I desperately wanted to know. A voice that carried and a face I searched for while performing. "Who are you?" "Apprentice sound tech and lights guy" I had never seen you before. New? Freshman. My heart lept. You didn't look like a freshman. You didn't act like a freshman. You didn't carry yourself like a freshman. You were different. You were new. You were sweet. We messed around a bit before rehearsal, theater became something I looked forward to instead of dreading. After each performance I realized I no longer would have an excuse no opportunity to talk with you. I had no number, no Snapchat username, no Instagram handle, no Facebook info. Kylee was my savior; let me steal your Snapchat from her. You added me back later that day. Facebook friends. Found your Instagram. Sent a snap of me making a pun. You laughed, thanked me for the cupcake I brought just for you, since you tried to steal mine the previous day. We talked for hours. Exchanged Skype names. Now I love you and I can't get out. I don't want to. I know I'll get hurt but the high you give me is too good to pass up.
My best friend is a boy who calls me Verizon.
LilBean
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LilBean
20/F
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
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