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You know that tingly feeling you get when you start talking to someone new?

Someone you’d never thought of that way,

Someone you never know existed,

Someone who just popped out of nowhere leaving you astonished and suddenly became the reason for you to smile like a fool while doing chores, to check your phone every now and then, to give you those little butterflies in your stomach, to give you that curiosity, that relatively positive outlook towards life.

How ridiculously nice is that feeling, the feeling where you know this could be the beginning of something, something that may last or it might not as well but it’s so refreshing how you keep finding answers, keep discovering, keep studying that person!

It’s that pink phase you are in which you do not really know will transform to what color next but what you do know is that it’s just nice to have someone to talk to, someone to answer how your day went, someone to let know you’re home safe, someone’s text to wait for, someone who’s got you on their mind while you’ve them on yours.

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