it's this one thing you did.

i am so tired of the way i go about feeling things. i always get hit, hard, on days that shouldn't be special, walking in the hall or standing in your door. i don't know when this feeling started.

but i couldn't stop thinking about you the entire day.

and finally tonight, the elevator doors opened and i saw you standing there. i felt like i'd been hit in the chest with a ton of bricks.

i don't know you well enough for this. and you are, by most standards, unimpressive.

but then again, it's not the first time i've said that.

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