Josh just came into my work, for the second time since we broke up. Both times I just catch a glimpse of the back of his head. My hands get sweaty, and my heart pounds and I get all shaky and I FREAK OUT.
What would I do if I ever made eye contact with him? He plans it, I swear. He knows where I work, he knows when I work.
He does it just to make me sweat, and it works.
[Okay, so maybe he doesn't do it to make me sweat. But he does DO IT.]
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Boys are pathetic.
I'm glad mine is the opposite and avoids me at all costs.
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