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Hook, line and sinker.

It felt as if time had slowed down and everything was moving in slow motion. All I could see and smell was her. As soon as she walked into the room, she was the one thing, the only thing I could focus on. She walked passed me and sat down a few seats back. I swear the moment she past me I could hear our heart beats synchronize. I tried hard to keep from looking back. God, am I sweating? I felt indescribably microscopic. So small and insignificant, but god, I wanted her to notice me. Even though she was at least a meter and a half away from me, I could still feel her everywhere. It was like she was right beside, against me, inside me. I sneaked a peak at her over my shoulder and our eyes met briefly. I swear it was only a second, but that second might as well have dragged on for hours. It was only a second, but as soon as our eyes met, I knew I was hooked; hook, line and sinker.

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