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After a few days, he started to notice her more often. In a crowd full of people he could spot her in an instant. He always found himself thinking about her during class. Thankfully the strawberry milk didn't leave a stain so he could still wear his baby pink pastel hoodie.

He noticed he did have her for a few classes, but she never turned in his direction. So instead he would look out the window at the blue hue of the sky, yellow rays blending in. He'd never realize, until now, just how badly he wanted to be with someone, to be in love.

He often found himself writing poems about her on lightly colored paper, the border decorated with strawberries. A pastel red ink pen in his hand to write with.

He wasn't necessarily shy but he found it hard to try to talk to her when all he did when he saw her was immediately blush and walk away.

Although he thought, it was time to change that.

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