It Could Happen.
You can be walking, returning from an outing with friends, thinking about how difficult it is even talk, much less seen with a man. You can come
stuck in your head, with a freezing cold hands in his pockets and head down. You can stop
free, and raising his head, hoping to avoid the car and see a someone on the other side in the same position in the opposite direction.
You can continue along the avenue, struggling with your short-sighted to realize that someone who is about a boy and it's nice and you can smile as you pass by.
You can see that he smiled too, reach the village, turn it and see that he also turned.
You can move a few meters and turn it back and see it stopped, avenue by looking at you.
You can follow your path, for a minute after you touch the shoulder, the cute guy who crossed the street at a trot.
You can walk to the train company, chatting, laughing at the cliché of situation. You can pass
, 2, 3 trains, until the last one going to your house and only then say goodbye.
You can receive a kiss surprise you, give your phone number and instantly you exit the train platform, you can receive a call to check that you have not lied.
You can smile the rest of the trip.
I'm not saying that will happen to you, but I know myself.
It Could Happen.
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