Last year as I was about to leave the gym I made eye contact with a girl. The shy kind that you never really know anything about, that invites you to talk about all the stories of both your pasts. She looked at me, and I think I saw a glint in her eyes like a memory you never forget. Either that, or the overhead, twenty-foot-long, cancer-causing fluorescent lights were blinding her. I’m not sure, but I hope that it’s the former. I tried the rest of the year to get closer to her then I heard she left my school and moved away. If there was one thing I could have said to her, either in the gym that day, or at any time last year it would be “I think you’re achingly beautiful” because that glint I saw in her eyes.
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