If Only
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Prologue
His eyes, his smile, his everything.
How long will it take him to notice me?
His fingers fly over the keys, tickling each one as he passes it and all the while, that beautiful smile is still plastered on his face. It looks like it will always belong there. Perfect.
We see each other each week but I’ve never seen him look my way.
The way he’s passionate about his music and piano is what got me into him, but will he ever like me back? The quiet one with the secret talents nobody knows about because she’s too shy to show them.
How can two people with different personalities come together?
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