I remember that I was looking at her. Stoned, slightly strung out on anti-anxiety meds, I was just looking. Simple, if not for the fact that she was staring back. Her eyes spoke volumes to me in that hazy garage, surrounded by friends. I suppose that's when I decided I was going to do it. I was going to tell her how I felt
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