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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 24, 2015
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No matter how young or how old you are, if you're honest with yourself, life isn't long enough, it happens in a flash, one moment you're four years old, playing in the grass, looking at butterflies, the next moment you're in the fourth grade, on the jungle gym, wishing you could fly. Sometimes it seems exhaustingly slow, like waiting for the timer to go off while you're waiting for cupcakes or cookies, or while you're on a trip, and your dad is driving just so slow it makes you want to scream...and you want to fast forward, to get to the end, the prize, you want to skip along until you reach the destination, but really life isn't about the destination, it's about each step that takes you there, and maybe, just maybe the person you hope to find at the destination, has been at your side the entire time?
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I don't know what to feel towards him. My brain -my heart- gives me mixed feelings about him: every time our eyes lock, I feel warm inside. Every time we talk, I feel myself drown into feelings; nervousness, shyness. I'm not sure. And every time he casually walk into my mind, my stomach squeezes lightly with butterflies which I cannot justify. Yet, he makes me cry myself to sleep, he makes me overthink myself to sleep. Not that he said or did anything, it's the confusion that makes me ache. Sometimes even the butterflies and sparks hurt me, the thought of him tightens my chest with ache, as confusion crawls my skin. We're friends, but he shows mixed signals that confuses me. That's just one side of the story. The other side is suffering too, he's been in love with Evelyn ever since he laid eyes on her, but she just saw Zachary as a friend. And it gnaws at him that she never notices his eyes. But not fate, neither destiny will bring them together. Coincidence does...

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