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Him
The lunch room begins to fill.
I hear the chatter of people around me.
I push through the people, trying to get away.
But someone blocked my way as I left.
The eye contact was enough to make me hide.
His laughter and smile made me freeze.
I could feel my face getting hot.
It was hard to even look at him without blushing.
But at the same time, I couldn’t look away.
I’ve spent years thinking my little crush was nothing.
The longer I nurtured it, the more I liked him.
The ache in my heart increased, knowing he didn’t notice me.
But I was completely wrong.
I don’t look back to that moment,
When I thought a crush meant nothing.
Because I’ve begun making new memories
With him, instead of being silent in his shadows.

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Memory poem, that’s all I can say.