I'm watching her from across the computer terminals. Her who? HER. I find myself staring until she looks up and then smiling and looking away. It's amazing the way her pink hair faded to this orange...Funny how it feels like flirting and all I'm doing is looking at her. I love how she smiles when she catches me staring. And then I smile when I catch her staring. I like how I smile so huge when she looks over at me and we lock eyes. Each glance saying more than the last. I wonder what she's listening to. If she is looking at her fingers or the screen when she types. I wonder if she knows that I stare simply because there is no other option. Her beauty is subtle, but breath taking. I'm missing her hand in mine, that reasuring pressence. I wonder what she's thinking. Does she know that every song I hear seems to quietly hint to her existence in my life...I love this girl so much and it seems like we're flirting for the first time again...She's touching her face and I'm remembering all the times those hands have touched me...She glances over as if to make sure that I'm truly here.
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