My stomach literally just did somersalts thinking about the littlest thing, it’s so weird how that happens.

I just remembered how when I was a junior and I was all wrapped up in this dick dude I was dating, and every day after fifth period Dave would run across the mall hall and give me the biggest, warmest hug, and it always made my day.

At that point, I had no idea how he felt about me, and honestly, no idea how I felt about him.

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