coffee stains [COMPLETED]

tuesday, november eighth

dear cute guy,
      my hands were sweaty when i walked up to the counter. i think you noticed it, too. you looked down at me as i wiped my palms on my jeans. i stuttered when i talked. the bright side is, i finally learned your name. victor. that's cute. i'm trying to decide if i should address you as victor now or keep is as 'cute guy'. i mean, you are cute. and if anyone were to glance over at my letter, they wouldn't know who i was writing to. oh well. i'll decide later. i'm sitting at my table now. you keep taking 'secret' glances at me. except they're not very secret. there's a thing called peripheral vision. it's cute, though. your eyes are the prettiest shade of hazel i've ever seen. they match your ear length curly hair. also, you're shorter than me. that's adorable. wow i keep getting off topic. you made me do this. i've only known you for three days. you know what, i need to thank my therapist for getting me to write. this makes me happy. you make me happy. bye, vic. i cant think. the voices are getting louder.
                                          will s.

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