May 2013
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And yet, for all your ego, you still find yourself consciously searching for him in every crowd, expecting him to appear like a happy phantom around every sharp corner. You still fall captivated at his sidelong gaze, unable to acknowledge anyone else when he’s in the room. You hang back to walk beside him; you’re drawn like a magnent to his touch, any touch. Even after all this time,...
April 2013
8 posts
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March 2013
19 posts
February 2013
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