dear cute guy,
you came again:) we made eye contact for a second when you walked in. that made me happy. this time you were holding papers. i wonder what they are. that gets me thinking. i probably won't ever know, either. are you ever walking down the street or maybe walking through the halls at school and wonder what's going through the person's mind that's next to you? do you ever wonder what they go home and do? what their life entails? unless you're close with that person, you will never know. and you can't know everyone. sorry about that, sometimes i have mini existential crisis's. you stayed for a bit longer this time. you were talking to jenna. did she give you her number? did you give her yours? i want your number. no fair. i seen you smile big. i wonder what made you happy. you pulled out your phone and, i'm guessing, dialled a number. my suspicions were confirmed when you practically yelled, 'i got the job, mikey!' in that second, my stomach dropped. the name intrigued me. grey. boyfriend? brother? friend? dog? then i realised what you said. oh, this will be interesting.
will s.~
second chapter, whoo. i don't really know where i'm going with this so if it sucks, i'm sorry.
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Romantizmad.mire ədˈmī(ə)r/ verb regard (an object, quality, or person) with respect or warm approval. {lower case intended}