He sits there, cool and collected and looking down at me haughtily. Each time I come face to face with him I am reduced to mush. I remember the wonderful times we spent with each other and the high his company gave me. Spotting him once again I bite my lips and avert my eyes, lest he see the desire in them. I am a nervous wreck each time I come face to face with him, a gawking, bumbling fool. […]
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