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     Maybe I'm not the best to judge (Too biased, I guess), but pajamas are definitely a good look for you. You look cuter in your baggy PJ's and mismatched socks than anyone I've ever seen. For a moment, I don't know what to say and my tongue suddenly becomes heavy in my mouth, but your bashful smile elicits me to say something utterly stupid.

    “Uh, y-you look great,” I stammer out, mentally kicking myself for saying anything but stopping as soon as you give your signature laugh/giggle and I fall for you all over again. Almost as if you know what you're doing to me, your lips curve to form a sweet smile and my heart does a backflip. “You think so..?” You say, bringing your hand up to cover the blush that it beginning to form.

    I don't realize what I'm doing until I do it. My fingers curl around your hand (So soft and warm...) and gently pull it away from your reddening cheek. “Yeah, I do.” I say, managing to look you in your eyes as I do. (I've always loved your eyes).

    We're locked in silence and I wonder if today is the day that I will tell you. (I love you.)

You're just staring at me, lips slightly parted. (I want to kiss you.)

And you kind of lean in. (Do you want me to?)

Do it. (It's not that hard.)

Three words. (“I love you”)

Just tell her. (“I love you so much”)

Now. (“Ever since we first met, I-”)

Please. (“I want to be with you”)

But instead-

    I pull away, muttering some lame excuse about an eyelash on your cheek. You don't look like you believe me. That's okay, neither do I.

    “So...uh, Movie Night?” You say questioningly, trying to ease the awkwardness surrounding us a bit.

    I'm surprised I can even say anything, “Uh, yeah. Movie Night.”

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