Daydream

I remember your face that night; flushed, yet still too charming I couldn’t help but sneak quick glances to your direction.

Then it struck me.

I hate the way you smile at me. I hate how I love to hear your voice. I hate wanting you to be around. I hate how I spend hours of my precious time thinking of you.

Suddenly aware of what these mean, I shook myself awake.

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