I see you smiling every day. Every day it makes my heart beat faster. But today you smiled at me the first time.
I was walking past you, pretending my heart wasn't threatening to break my ribcage, and you looked up from your book and smiled at me, just a small smile, and my heart grew wings and flew away.
I smiled back a little before I panicked and ran. Fool, fool, fool, fool, I muttered with each step. My first opportunity to talk to you, my first encounter with you that went past a glance, the first time you smiled at me, and I ran away.
Fool.
-P.
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