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I saw you, on a damp Wednesday evening. I walked into a local fast food joint. I knew you worked there and was already wondering if you were working a shift. You always were working. I walked through the parking lot with a few of my friends, that's the reason we were here you see- we came to grab some dinner. The three of them got into the ordering area before me, I had to run back and grab something out of the car. I got inside and we were absolutely ridiculous while using the new ordering feature. Then I saw your hair; your cute, curly, black hair. I recognized it so quickly even though it's been months since I've last seen you. In that moment my heart pinged, every single time it pings. Without. Fail. I walked up to you with the biggest grin on my face and said hey. You got up and picked me up for an amazing bear hug. I love your hugs. Not to tight, not to loose. Perfect. You picked me up with such ease I felt higher than the butterflies in my stomach had already gotten me.
Your smile gleamed, gosh you have such an amazing smile. Your voice so familiar, so comfortable. I missed it.
We caught up briefly before I gave you one more half hug and went back to my friends. Even then I couldn't keep my eyes of you. You were having small talk with your co-workers on your break. You looked so at ease, so carefree, so..perfect.
My friend sitting next to me noticed, noticed my flirting with you, noticed my adoration for you. She teased me about it and I just told her to hush.

You were going back to work, your break had just ended. You gave me another hug, lifting me up yet again. I didn't really like people lifting me up but with you- it felt nice. It made me feel secure and it made me swoon. Now we are talking. Like no time has passed between then and now. Calling each other silly names and talking about our lives. Oh I want to let you in my life boy, but if I do will you have me regret it?
Will you take my heart and break it? Will you not even take my heart? I want to be with you boy. Do you want to be with me?
As I write this on an early, rainy morning. I can't help but let my mind wonder, it will wonder now, and it will wonder at everywhere. All about you boy. All about you.

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