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I’ve only known you for a few weeks. On the night we first met, we stayed up late talking and it was the most fun I’d had in ages. I swear I starting getting a crush on you within the first five minutes of knowing you and it felt amazing. Like parts of me were finally stirring after months and months of hibernation. It was like waking up naturally, completely rejuvenated, beating the alarm clock on a sunny weekend morning.

We didn’t think to exchange names until the next day and I still don’t know your birthday, but I know your favourite pizza topping. I know which movie was the last to blow your mind and I know how you rank different types of popcorn. I also know that you have a girlfriend who you love and I guess that’s where things end with us. You’re not mine, I wish you were, we’ll just be friends, the end.

The strangest thing is that I don’t consider this a sad story. I’m not really sure what this is yet. All I know is that I hadn’t been writing much of anything anywhere for a long time and then you came along. You came along and woke me.