I See Wesley

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Someone who gets it. Finally someone...who gets it. HE knows. HE felt it too. The light, it is within him. It is within me.

"What...what is your name." He said mesmerized, he was thinking the same thing as me...again.

"Gwen...I'm Gwen." I felt myself turning red, not mad red when I remember the light sometimes, a...a nervous red. I have never...felt that before. It's new...it's...it's exhilarating actually, surprisingly I...I like it.

Wait. Is this? No. Can't be. Maybe it is?HE looked at me again. His face was red too.

"I'm...Im Wesley." He stammered back. Wesley. Wesley. I think I like that name. Wesley. Wesley.

"Pretty name you've got." He said. We ARE thinking the same thing it's like we're the same person as a girl and a boy. Wesley. Gwen. Wesley. Gwen. We...are together bound by the light.

"Um...will you come to the park with me tomorrow Gwen?" "8:00 P.M.?" "It's... It's beautiful at night." He sounded nervous. His voice though... It's beautiful. It sounds blissful, tastes sweet. Even when his is nervous.

"Yes." I said. "I...would like that very much Wesley."

I...I think I...I like him. Wesley. Gwen. Wesley. Gwen. Wesley...Gwen.

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