That Boy

He looked at me and I at him.

He smiled, blushed then looked away.

He kept looking back again, over and over.

All either of us could do was smile.

Finally we spoke to one another and had a conversation.

He was sweet, charming, and shy; somewhat nerdy.

His eyes were a deep mesmerizing blueish green.

Before we left he gave me his number.

And to this day it's like our conversation never ended.


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