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The scent of alcohol and good cologne played around with my head all night -as if the spaces between you and I weren't enough to have me completely undone. How is it that some friends know exactly what you want, when you yourself remain very much in denial? How is it that other friends know all this, regardless of their state of mind??

The night was slipping away when you finally decided to take matters into our own hands (and not leave it all up to The Three's instruction). I stuttered and I stammered and I stifled a shiver everytime my voice broke off, mid-sentence. A sober mind is a strange thing in certain circumstances!

Out of fear, perhaps, that you would misconstrue my meaning, all I had courage enough to do was reach out and hope you'd lace your fingers in mine, without my friends' orders. And if that hadn't assured you and everyone else who I'd been keeping in the dark, then I hope you're able to recall those few seconds where my forehead lay squarely on your shoulder, and your arm lay on mine.

Lame as it sounds, I think you made my life a little bit like a highschool musical, last night :)
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