It's Monday.
I met a guy at the book store yesterday. Sunday.
Why can't I go back to Sunday? To our one hour conversation.
To our nice innocent conversation without having to focus on school work or anything.
But no, here I am at school.
Trying not to think about the mysterious guy but I can't help it I miss him why couldn't I have gotten, at least, his name?
Why did I have to get so nervous?
I just want to talk to him again. Is that so bad?
Monday's almost over, but my friends are still getting onto me because I met a guy with so many interests that we shared and I just want to snap at them that I got nervous and freaked.
Okay now I know I won't see him again but I want to. I think I need to. He won't get out of my head but there's nothing for me to do but finish up Monday.
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Roman pour AdolescentsI was a teenager when I met him we talked about doctor who for an hour Then I had to leave I never got his name I never got his number I don't know anything about him. Why didn't I know anything about him ? What happens if we ever meet again...
