. . . I'm paying attention because I remember you, even though none of the things we're remembering feel possible. In that race in the desert, or with the books -- I just remember looking at you and thinking --
[ but he bites down the words before they've formed -- in part because there's no shape to them, no real sound.
at least his eyes are clear, holding steady. ]
It's not just some crush. At some point, you mattered to me. You still do. I just want to figure out where it came from.
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[ but he bites down the words before they've formed -- in part because there's no shape to them, no real sound.
at least his eyes are clear, holding steady. ]
It's not just some crush. At some point, you mattered to me. You still do. I just want to figure out where it came from.