Why does it have to feel like this? It's not the worst thing in the world, it's a low-grade ache, just like the ankle. I walk along and everything's fine, but then I slip on the mopped floor and--yup, there it is again. There it always is. Is it love? I firmly believe that it is not. How could it be, when it's one-sided? Besides, I know better than that. And I've had crushes before, and they go away, once the person is out of the picture. This is better than high school, though. That was rough, the series of crushes I had: Wayne Jin, Jeremy Robbins, Tom (I forget his last name), Teddy Bailey (who turned out to be, surprise surprise, gay). There were more, I forget.
Tomorrow I'll make a delicious dinner for some friends. That's something to look forward to. Right?
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