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↦ September 2022

          I met you thinking i'd find a friend in you. I saw your tiktok that day, and I didn't scroll past it like I normally would. I stopped for a while, watched your weird vlog a few times, and then stalked the rest of your profile. I eventually kept scrolling, but I went back just to comment. I knew I needed to have you, since the moment I saw you. That does sound creepy and obsessive but you love that about me. You dmed me first and I told my friends about you. You matched my energy so well. You suddenly became the person I would run to everyday to talk about my hot cheeto addiction, and yet you listened. We talked about way too many things, we were texting nonstop. I told you I liked white guys. I'm sorry.

You were so nice to me. I loved listening to you talk. When you told me you liked history, I think I folded so much I told absolutely everyone. You once told me J train likers don't exist and I told you it was my favorite train. You take it pretty often now, don't you? I told you it was a shame cause I was starting to like you too. That was a lie, I already did like you. You folded though so it was a win.

I was scared you didn't feel the same way about me. I think I liked you since the moment I saw you, and heard you. My friends told me you liked me too, but I have always been delusional. I sent them every screenshot, every text, every cute compliment you gave me. When you told me you liked me, you said it in the softest voice ever. I realized I loved listening to you. You told me you loved my voice, which is a weird compliment but it's the nicest thing someone's ever told me. You were so cute about it even though it took you forever. When we first met, I felt so lucky. You were the cutest. You carried my bag for me and promised to help me clean it out since you don't carry more than 2 pens to school. You almost broke your back taking a picture for me and now you complain almost everyday about back pain. I loved being around you. I wasn't looking for a relationship, since I had just ended my summer fling. But you made it so hard to not want you. You were perfect.

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