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I looked right at her eyes and sent this huge smil

I looked right at her eyes and sent this huge smile along with one billion invisible roses of pink and red. Our eyes established a swift connection of the most splendid conversation ever. My eyes sent poems of praise and she read them all perfect, smiling just enough to let me know. (caption please) *roses* She was with some friend of hers, sitting on one of the familiar stone benches of the campus. Her friend was wearing glasses. I don't remember anything else about her friend because all my attention was on the girl who had knocked me out so many times in the past couple weeks that I was craving her sight more than anything. Everything else was black and white except her. The girl with glasses, the swarm of students, the buildings of the campus, the warm september sunlight, my friend talking gibberish, and the whole damn ambience— everything was black and white except her. Between both of them and both of us was a never ending stream of people. Some were going to classes while some were leaving. It was mild chaos, all black and white. The girl and her friend were facing the green mountains at the distance and we were facing their backs. There were more boys beside us, sitting in a line, laughing and amusing themselves in their own worlds. My friend was talking about something I don't remember while I was just melting away admiring the most serene manifestation of the feminine. She was wearing this sunflower coloured top and sky blue skinny jeans. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back evenly. Once in a while, she'd flip her hair in that particular enchanting manner and it always caused ripples of some appealing obsession all over my essentia. I was observing her like a scientist and listening to my friend like a deadman. He was making sounds while she was fiddling hymns within me. It was some supreme allurement, it really was.
I looked right at her eyes and sent this huge smile along with one billion invisible roses of pink and red. Our eyes established a swift connection of the most splendid conversation ever. My eyes sent poems of praise and she read them all perfect, smiling just enough to let me know. (caption please) *roses* She was with some friend of hers, sitting on one of the familiar stone benches of the campus. Her friend was wearing glasses. I don't remember anything else about her friend because all my attention was on the girl who had knocked me out so many times in the past couple weeks that I was craving her sight more than anything. Everything else was black and white except her. The girl with glasses, the swarm of students, the buildings of the campus, the warm september sunlight, my friend talking gibberish, and the whole damn ambience— everything was black and white except her. Between both of them and both of us was a never ending stream of people. Some were going to classes while some were leaving. It was mild chaos, all black and white. The girl and her friend were facing the green mountains at the distance and we were facing their backs. There were more boys beside us, sitting in a line, laughing and amusing themselves in their own worlds. My friend was talking about something I don't remember while I was just melting away admiring the most serene manifestation of the feminine. She was wearing this sunflower coloured top and sky blue skinny jeans. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back evenly. Once in a while, she'd flip her hair in that particular enchanting manner and it always caused ripples of some appealing obsession all over my essentia. I was observing her like a scientist and listening to my friend like a deadman. He was making sounds while she was fiddling hymns within me. It was some supreme allurement, it really was.
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