I didn’t mean to surprise him
A flow of happy and anxious fluids rise within me
As he stumbles through the door.
I try to push them down,
But he has this effect on me.
Even after all this time.
I try not to talk too much.
I know how I get around him.
Try to be cool, calm, collected.
Don’t be a dork.
He still looks handsome;
Good thing I decided on make up this morning.
My face burns as I reply to his questions.
And I realize he doesn’t feel the same emotion,
Not even a little bit.
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