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It's been a year since I first realized my own feelings for her. Not long after that we talked again, only this time my face was red, my jokes poorly-timed and awkward. But I tried, and when she leaned in towards me, I thought about it for days.

Come September I was relieved to see her again, but by the end of the semester I thought my feelings had died down. I was wrong. Seated behind her, everything I'd felt before was dug up and brought back to life. Just as alive as before.

I feel it now. Every look. When she turns around in to look at the back of the room, even though nothing is behind me. I don't know what I want, though I don't know that I could have her even if I did.

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