The past couple of days, she has not been in my mind. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad. One half of my heart says that I am doing fine, while the other says that I am missing her. Je ne sais pas ce que je devrais faire.
She's always on my mind. In my dreams and each waking thought. We know that we are friends. But she means more to me than just a friend. Every face I see on the street reminds me of her. It seems to me that she's always standing next to me, whispering softly in my ear.
I first saw her when I was ten. She was just a girl who lived in the same neighbourhood. At first, I thought she was just another pretty girl, one of the many women I would come to know in the long years ahead. I was wrong.
She caught my mind. I was attracted towards her. Thinking about it now, I realize that it wasn't just a physical attraction; I felt a deeper emotional attachment with her. I would be lying if I said that there was no physical attraction. But the emotional part felt stronger than the physical part.
I began my attempts to know her better. I met with success on some fronts and failures in others. A psychiatrist would have just said that I was infatuated by her. Yeah, they could hav...
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