Grotesque. Is that how he thought of me? He doesn't eat sugar. He spends hours working out. Yet there I had been. Touching his arm as liquid confidence swirled around inside me. My words flew out before I could filter them. I told him I knew him from somewhere. The truth is that he had been my crush for four years. With a smile, he entertained my intoxicated thoughts and seemed receptive. And that was that. After finding out who he was and what he was like, I knew. He'd never go for you. My mind echoed in disgust. Have you seen yourself? His arm must have itched with the bur of a thousand suns under your touch. He would never want someone like you. He would never want you.
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