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Thatssotrue

I cannot contain my feelings anymore, I get my phone in hand and pour my feelings into every word. I struggle to string words to define her, and how she has me so starstruck. Her eyes, her personality, her motions, they dazzle me. I restart the text three times before I believe this is the one. I'm brought to tears by my heartfelt message. I bring the max word count and have to remove some sentences to emphasize the fine message. I Love You

I do it, "Send Message".

When I remember her and I as classmates, I see her either thanking me a tall, lanky nerd who always gets straight As, or the popular senior who is always laughing and smiling, or even that classmate who seems to have nothing under control. Sometimes this is all I think about. The minutes fly past, and I begin to regret the message. Did she delete it? Has she not seen it? Why hasn't she replied? Wild thoughts and accusations divulge my psyche. Then suddenly, my text-tone prompts. After twenty minutes a reply! I desperately reach for my phone and bring the screen into view.

" K "

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