Nostalgic Remnants

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     It was accidental. (Although almost everything we did together almost always seemed to be accidental).

     It happened one day when I was getting out of my seat and his beautiful body was in my way. It wasn't long after he ensnared me with his blue eyes. So I still felt the effect he had on me. Even if his eyes didn't stray towards me.

     As I was nearing towards him, my breath hitched. So I had to swallow air with my mouth. My elbow and his forearm had a terse and ethereal conversation when I passed by.

     Immediately, that touch was like giving a saccharine treat to my heart.

     It was cockamamie, my heart. It felt as though my whole body's warmth was incarcerated in my chest. The beating of my heart resonated throughout my body like a ripple in a pond. I couldn't even feel my fingers or toes. I couldn't feel anything except my hasty heart.

     And the ludicrous part was that it all happened within two seconds.

     My eyes wandered to him.

     My body felt numb and burdensome. He appeared unaffected with our--and what I found intoxicating--accidental touch.

     I was so crestfallen that I found my inner self was admonishing how preposterous I was being. But it still didn't terminate my feelings towards him.

     And that was what drove me up to the wall.