[june 14th, 2015]
dear blue,
MOTHER OF GOD.
MOTHER OF GOD.
SWEET MOTHER OF GOD.
I DID NOT JUST SEE YOU TODAY.
AND YOUR MOM.
YOUR MOM.
at the bakeshop where i sat, silently singing a song to myself - although, i forgot what song i was singing; i was too busy hyperventilating - i looked up and out of nowhere, i spotted your mom.
at first, i thought it was only some other woman who looked like your mom, judging from the pictures i saw on your facebook. but nooo, it had to be your mom, for the love of god. then i saw you.
trying to silently walk away.
at first, i didn't think it was you. but then i saw your familiar black nikes and realized you were wearing a blue shirt, like, damn.
why today?
not when i was wearing everything dark blue! god, i swear, i literally embarassed myself and my face probably looked like a cherry! i feel like crying at the uber giddiness. i've already analyzed it that i only meet you in public when i least expect it, but that was a big slap to the face! i literally did not see that coming!
i broke the fangirling scale.
YOU ARE READING
Blue
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