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you spent weeks attempting to be subtle about your interest in me, when it was quite more apparent than you thought it would be, but still i denied, denied, denied and i’m still denying that i don’t understand your infatuation with me. though, i can’t help but love your persistence.

weeks go by but every once in awhile we’d meet each other’s eyes filled with underlying lines we’d been meaning to speak, but have been keeping to ourselves. whatever it was seemed to be our little secret, one we shared without even knowing it, but one that others could see from a mile away.

little by little, we gave in, first in a look, and then soon transferring to touch. it was under tables, it was not when facing each other, it was something of our own, something for nobody else to know.

one fine day on another date, we were just chilling out just like any regular date. we teased each other running all around and we fell down. we stared into each other’s eyes and you just kissed me, like it was the most natural thing to do. and in a way, it was. and as our lips took their course, our hearts stopped in time.

and just like that, things sort of fell into place, like the way they do in movies, like the way they do in endings masked in possible beginnings.

and so we are left wondering: will the story continue? does the boy really get the girl?

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all i really know is that only time will tell.