Dear diary,
I saw him today.He sat at the table next to me with his friends, laughing away. Smiling like always.
That smile. That smile that takes my breath away. I finally saw that smile after all this time.
He looked dashing as always. With a black sweater and his significant white rimmed glasses. I wonder why he's obsessed with white
A navy blue shirt and black skinny jeans.
A pair of Tom Fords and a little bit of green. Hair short and styled. Eyes dark and wild.I saw him glance at me for a second but I dare not look up. To meet his eyes just for a second, I'd melt. But I'd love to meet him again.
And someday I'd love to talk to him.
P.S. I'll tell you when I do.
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