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I liked you for a while, then tried to be caught by your eyes. I made it, oh that god damn joy. We talked online a bit, wonderful time it was. Then promised to meet each other later on the other day. I made it, but a bit late, and when I saw you I just felt a bit unsafe. My hands, my feet trembled, but I kept going close to you. The voice of mine got silent, it literally died in my throat. I managed to stay with you for a few hours, but couldn't take it anymore. I ran out saying I have stuff to do, but that was just my typical excuse. I'm a freaking coward, and I'll probably stay like this. Even if I'll change, that will have no use, since you're thare and I'm here. You're in London and I'm here.