This is a story about how my crush and I were never meant to be. Or so I thought. In this story, you'll read a lot of things I'd like to point out, about why he and I, literally, cannot be together. But, since my mind is clouded by flowery thoughts of his beautiful, ethereal face―most especially when he's in my visual boundaries―I keep forgetting why any reason would even matter. You see, it all started in grade school. Well, actually, it started at work.
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