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SweetSasha Jan 2014
I am a shy individual. Second thought, no, I am not a shy individual. Maybe I become shy when I hear of you. The things you said about me still linger in my ears, in my mind, in my thoughts, all the time. I remembered the first time I ever saw you. I guess I will never forget that moment. This may sound as cliché as it is but it really was like the world stop revolving. Standing on the freshly painted stairs, I laughed at something that was going on in the crowd. Then, that was the very moment. The moment when I looked down into the eyes of the cutest guy I think I’ll ever see in my years to come. The stare lasted for the longest second there ever was when I snapped my eyes and looked down at my toes. Just then, everything resumed- my breathing, the music, the laughter. And the world resumed to its normal duty. However, many cold nights past and me lying in my bed cursing myself to sleep at times, thinking that the day never took this long to see me. Maybe I was too scared to close my eyes, to release my mind and relax, because that’s when you choose to haunt me. It’s three or almost four when I am digging and searching my memory of all your compliments, thinking and re-thinking how our future could be if there is even a future with just me and you and the pure love that we both have, overflowing, in our hearts. It’s like we know even though we can’t say it. In case I forget to say, I heard you say it a thousand times. And I know you‘ve heard me say it a thousand times. And I just want you to know that I’ll always love and remember you as I am unable to find a remedy to you….
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SweetSasha Nov 2013
The first thing I see in the morning is your bright, soothing smile that leaves me dazzled and lost.
Whenever you are speaking to me, I can't help but look into your eyes. The mystery that they hold, oh my, my mind is studying, I am figuring out and my soul is dying know...it's sad to think I'll never know what you're thinking of me.
Whenever I am at one of your hotspots, my eyes search for you, and when they find you, sometimes I don't realize that I wasn't actually breathing. Even now as I type and remembered this moment I am finding it hard to breathe...
But then I stop and think to myself, Is my mind playing tricks on me? Or is it me who doesn't seem to understand you?

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