I sat down at one of the front rows with my friends chatting noisily away. Sometime later I heard a familiar voice behind. I turned around and my heart skipped a beat.
I was dressed in my sloppiest hall wear, slinging a heavy bag, having just reached school from home with no time to stop by hall for a change of clothes. I saw him walking towards me. His mannerisms were as I remembered. He didn't, or pretended he didn't, see me. My heart skipped a beat.
I made a decision to start talking to him again. Tried finding him on msn, then realised I didn't know if the email account was still active. Typed his name on Yahoo and got no results. Searched facebook, and saw his boyish looks staring back at me. My heart skipped a beat.
It has been six years.
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