This is a photo of me and Wendy from a few years ago. I loved her. Still do in a way. It was unrequited, though. I decided to post this today because I was thinking about it. What made me love her? Little things. Her laugh and her sense of humor. Her lips and her sly smile. The way she plays with her food. It was a lot of things. And we have a lot in common, too. But, it was not to be. Still, it's nice to imagine and fantasize sometimes. I wish I was not alone.
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