It had been days since Josh had walked out on Kate.
Josh had tried to forget about her but she had made such a lasting impression. He walked into the kitchen one morning and saw another guy helping her reach yet another mug out of the cupboard and he felt jealous that it wasn't himself doing the simple things with her. Even as he turned around he heard Kate squeal like she did when her knee was touched and as he walked away he heard her moaning about how everyone must have a knee fetish around here.
Kate felt as though she missed him even though they'd said only a few sentences to each other. Kate would see him in things, the silver specks in the wall paper that reminded her of his eyes and the neutral pink shade of the mug she'd claimed that reminded her of his lips.
Imperfections kept popping up for Josh, he saw only Kate as perfect even though he hardly knew her and had known everything else around him since forever. He knew that even though they had spent mere minutes in the presence of each other, he liked her.
Kate got it into her head that she had to compare everything to Josh and if it didn't have Josh's approval or have similarities to him, it must be worthless. Somehow she wanted him back, even though he practically ran, tail between his legs, in the opposite direction. Somehow he wanted her back even though he knew that she meant he'd need to change his life completely.
Both of them tried to work up the courage to go speak to each other, either when they passed in the hallway or if it meant visiting eachothers apartments.
Neither of them believed they felt the same...
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Short StoryA collection of my own short stories inspired by friends, myself and some outside inspiration. This will be a book full of lots of short stories based on pretty much anything. Clichés, stereotypes, popular topics, genre etc. I will take these kinds...
