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The first day I realized I loved you, it was a Friday in Freshman year. I remember this day as if it had only just happened, it was towards the end of the year, at the last Lacrosse practice of the year. You always sat on the bench, and I always watched you from afar.
Maybe it was the softness of your voice when you spoke to anyone, or the unbearable kindness you always managed to share with everyone. Or maybe it was the way your jaw was perfectly imperfect, with the slightest crook that I noticed every time I looked at you. Those dark chocolate eyes that shined when you laughed with Stiles.
It was then as you were laughing at a foolish joke Stiles told, your mouth turned up in the biggest smile, your eyes crinkling, that I realized I loved you. That the butterflies in my stomach when I neared you did not mean I was nervous, I was, but it also was a sign of the affection I desired ever so much.
Maybe, oh but just maybe, will I have the fortitude to tell you of the thoughts that roamed my head as you passed me in the halls. Just maybe.
