July 18, 2015

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When Amir asked me if I wanted to hang out with him after work, I could practically feel my heart leaping in my chest. Roses bloom on my sun kissed cheeks and my stomach twists in what I assume is a feeling of embarrassment. He waited patiently for my answer, his gentle blue eyes making me feel warm as if they were the beautiful sunlit sky above. I said yes.

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