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Today I wonder if you ever wonder about me. I wonder what it would be like to hold your hand and and to laugh with you. I wonder about the way your hoodie would smell and the softness of your hair. I wonder if what my friend told me just minutes ago: that you like me. I'd never thought of you like that before, as anything more than a crush, just a fantasy, never reality. But as I'm waiting for the bell to ring and it mercifully does, you tap on my shoulder with a sheepish grin and say "Hey, would you go to a movie with me? Just wondering . . ." And my heart is heavy and weightless at the same time as I respond to loudly "Yes!"
I remember the smell of your hoodie when you hugged me close. I remember the way your eyes shown when you laughed and how mischievous you could be. I remember the way you used to call me "princess" when I was being difficult, how your hair would fall in your eyes while you slept. I remember how contagious your laugh was and how I used to dream about you every night . . . and still do. I remember the way you would make fun of me and the way your lips felt on my forehead. But most of all, I remember how when you smiled at me, you looked me right in the eye and I knew in the pit of my stomach that you were really seeing me. I love how things have still only gotten better with time.
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