I.
I saw you carrying the boxes.
Walking towards the door.
You just moved in yesterday.
You're really tall, you know?
And I'm really short.
If I stand next to you, I'll only be up to your shoulder.
I don't know why I'm still staring at you.
Watching you move.
I swear I'm not a stalker.
I'm just really...
Well, I don't even know.
Maybe be I'm not yet used to having someone live next to us.
Then,
You looked at me.
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hi :)
