Paul: You meet him at Secondary School. You were in his English class, and most of his others. The difference in English was that you sat next to him. For years, you had liked him and every English lesson you’d study the beautiful curve of his nose or the perfect shaping of his eyebrows and the long lashes that possessed his eyes. You never thought that he’d feel exactly the same about you. As you sat down for English class once again, before the exams started, Paul leaned over to you “want to come hear me play sometime?” he asked, as butterflies settled in your stomach. “Sure”...
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