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Thursday, November 6, 2003

A cool summer breeze through a scorching classroom. Students still awake groan in agony. The teacher struggles to enlighten the tortured souls. His efforts to engage are futile.
The clock on the wall resists my glare. My prayers of an early escape – unheard. I have no choice but to wait. Soon enough I will be far away from the monotonous ramblings of the halfwit. If I move quickly I will make it in time.
In time to catch a glimpse of Him…

"The boy with the brown hair that my fingers longed to run through. Those gentle eyes of his that I find myself helplessly drowning in. That body my own aches to be held by."

Suddenly everyone are on their feet. We launch the attack on the blasted door.
Silence has been broken - time for action is now.
A sea of people swarm the hallways.
"Move. Faster.
Out of the way. Hurry up.
Let me through."
Friends exchange meaning looks. As their giggles grow into laughter we reach our destination.

The cafeteria.
The noise is close to deafening. Plates clattering, chairs flying and conversation running high.
Ground zero awaits us with open arms. Autopilot is switched on. Showdown has begun.
"Get plate.
Get food. Get table. Sit down.
Wait."
Feverish heartbeats and time itself comes to a halt…

"It’s amazing what an impact he has on me. My world of familiarity became foreign as he entered it. Suddenly everything is beyond my control.
And I offer no resistance."

My eyes are now on Him. In line with people that seize to exist in his presence.
Elbows are piercing my ribs. Voices are hushed and attention turned to me.
I am frozen. There is no air to breathe. So little space between us and still we are so far apart.
I hope he doesn't see me. "Please don't let him see me… "

"He found the secret treasure I thought was hidden.
He did not take it, nor did I give it to him. It simply found its way into his arms."

Making his way through the crowd he found me. Foolish to think I could hide.
Was he looking for me?
A smile in the corner of his eye.
"Happy to see me? Amused to know all about me?"
No way of asking, no way of telling…

With eyes turned away and flesh burning, I do know this:
"He is here.
so am I.
And we are not together."

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