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Let’s admit it. October Monday. I think I knew it from the first day I saw you. The idea of you. You were never going to be someone else’s. Knowing the ending from the beginning. Knowing the ending from the beginning. I knew it from the start. You’re attractive to everyone. Impressive to everyone. There are other girls too. Maybe it was just curiosity. Would someone like you ever be interested in me? I don’t even know you. Maybe that’s the limerence. How could everything about you feel like pulse? James Franco eyes. Those brown eyes. I look away, but they still follow me home. James Franco eyes. Late night smile. You turn into light inside my mind. Every time our eyes met, the song was always playing. Funny thing is, I don’t even know which song it was anymore. I got a new puzzle. Separated it by colors. Funny. We were the same color. We fell side by side. (Or at least I thought so.) Everything I learned about you made me like you more. But the thing is, there was no actual information. Just the source itself. And somehow that was enough. That spring morning, I knew I had to end it. I knew I shouldn’t wait for you. I had to get you out of my head. Decisions, decisions. Until I saw you again. Until my eyes met yours. I lost. I lost. Maybe the worst part was knowing from the beginning. Still, I watched it happen anyway.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
anesrun
James Franco Eyes
Let’s admit it. October Monday. I think I knew it from the first day I saw you. The idea of you. You were never going to be someone else’s. Knowing the ending from the beginning. Knowing the ending from the beginning. I knew it from the start. You’re attractive to everyone. Impressive to everyone. There are other girls too. Maybe it was just curiosity. Would someone like you ever be interested in me? I don’t even know you. Maybe that’s the limerence. How could everything about you feel like pulse? James Franco eyes. Those brown eyes. I look away, but they still follow me home. James Franco eyes. Late night smile. You turn into light inside my mind. Every time our eyes met, the song was always playing. Funny thing is, I don’t even know which song it was anymore. I got a new puzzle. Separated it by colors. Funny. We were the same color. We fell side by side. (Or at least I thought so.) Everything I learned about you made me like you more. But the thing is, there was no actual information. Just the source itself. And somehow that was enough. That spring morning, I knew I had to end it. I knew I shouldn’t wait for you. I had to get you out of my head. Decisions, decisions. Until I saw you again. Until my eyes met yours. I lost. I lost. Maybe the worst part was knowing from the beginning. Still, I watched it happen anyway.
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