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I had a crush. I approached. unintoxicated and a little shy. She was gentle with me. She has a boyfriend. My months of scenarios crashed to the ground. I blushed. I talked too fast. I looked at her lips. Constantly. Sharp and animated. They could deliver caresses intolerable I'm sure. I looked at her eyes. Her eyes smile as much as the corners of her mouth. Her hair is of flaxen thread. High on the crown of her head. A golden crown of flax. Her cheeks were drawn perfectly with one curved stroke. Her ears were my only target for whispers. I talked about me too much. I talked about me too much. Niki. You won't join me for a drink. I sure hope you get thirsty soon.

And I still have a crush