After kissing you, I stumbled next door to confess to Mary—but all I could think about was you. The moment blurred. Then I heard my name called, turned—our eyes met. Your tears, that trembling smile… for the first time, I felt your pain. I tried to reach you, but hands pulled me back in celebration. I watched you walk away. I’ve called, I’ve texted. Nothing. I need to find you.
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