
That first moment.
She saw this girl, walking towards her direction.
Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say.
Butterflies, fluttering in a million different ways.
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She saw this girl, walking towards her direction.
Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say.
Butterflies, fluttering in a million different ways.
Continue reading “Linger.”