School starts again. Students are walking through halls. I'm walking with Stacy, but my mind is on you. I cried myself to sleep yesterday. Stacy is holding my hand and talking about something, but I don't hear her. I'm in my own world: Daydreaming about you. Suddenly, I see a familiar face in the crowd. Could it be... God. It's you. You're alive. I walk up to you, old memories coming back to me: Cuddling on stormy nights. Coffee dates. Our first kiss. I stand there, in front of you, speechless
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*My eyes widen. My heart sinks to the bottom of my chest. I let go of Stacy's hand and my mouth is agape. I want to say so many things. I want to tell you how much I've missed you. But the only words that come out of my mouth are:* "No. Stacy isn't my girlfriend."
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