I didn't really know why but you started telling me stories that you would normally tell to friends that you have known for a long time.
I remember me asking you about your wallet, why is it the long leather one and not the basic short one. I asked if you had pictures in it and you said no. But you then went ahead and showed me your picture when you were in grade 3 with your mom's dedication. You even mentioned your lucky coin inside.
I remember you telling me everything that happened when you did not attend the White Party. From your mom feeding your dog a chocolate, to your dinner as being a plain Tocino, from you watching "Grave of the Fireflies" wherein you felt depressed and finally to the wrong masseuse that came to your house. Too much info but I really appreciate it.
I don't know what you saw in me to tell me all of these things. But hearing them from you.... it makes me feel that there is a connection going on here. I don't know, I may just be thinking too much but I know this is true... I am slowly falling for you.
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