disquietude,
Right now, we are standing on the same street filled with
bustling people we don’t care about, breathing in the sweetness of the same
air, happily digging our eyes into each other—and I am pretty sure you’re the
only person I ever want to look at.
For the rest of my life.
Literary: To my First Valentine
Almost a year ago, we were unexpectedly in the same room
filled with bustling people, breathing the same stale air, happily ignoring
each other—or at least I was pretty sure I was ignoring you.
Soon after, we were almost alone. Talking about practically
anything, with you making me laugh for the first time.
Coincidentally, we were going to the same place that night.
I was planning to come alone but you asked if I could come with you instead and
I think a said yes.
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I was impatiently waiting for my favorite band to play but
instead I found you waiting beside me, with that lofty grin on your face—the
one I can never seem to get enough of. I think I smiled back.
We were together the entire night, trying out menacing
rides, stuffing ourselves with crappy food, and playing silly games. Half the
time, I swear I was just ignoring you. But you never left my side.
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