Oh yeah. The more I see the pictures it's becoming quite clear. I was hoping it wasn't, maybe just infatuation getting ahead of me. Because if he was, then he would need to go back, and there would be zero possibility that I would bump into him again. I am keeping that mental image of his small frown and a half smile, trying to understand my stutter under a stressful and smitten situation. While searching for his wallet I gazed at his dreamy jaw, his little smile, his narrow eyes. I wished I could've said something, but I didn't. Because I hoped I was wrong. Maybe he was just a clone of an extraordinary man. But why did he bear the same moles on his face, so similar to _____? The same soothing voice, and the friendly personality people have described?

Oh, I am so smitten.

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