I abhor myself for being kitsch.

We shook hands.

Freeze.

Hi, I'm [insert name here]

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In the toki jeep, he was seated in front of me.

Those eyes...that smile...

Everything else was inconspicuous.

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He called my name.

I got extremely nervous.

"Pb may barya ka sa 500?"

H-ha???

"May barya ka sa 500?"

Ww-wala.

I hate him for asking that.

It made me feel so stupid.

In fact, I did have bills.

If only he didn't distract my disposition,

he would have gotten 100 bills.

He made me feel so stupid.

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I hate him for asking my number.

When my phone beeps, I feel a rush.

That deteriorates into disappointment.

It's not him.

I hate him for asking my number.

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He caught me staring at him.

He waved me hi.

His smile captured me.

He captured me.

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I was cheering.

Let's go UP!

He was there right in front of me.

I got lost in the routine.

I rehearsed in front of the mirror for countless hours.

Yet I forgot the steps.

I hate him for being there.

After causing me embarrassment,

he gave me five.

For nanoseconds, I felt his hand.

For nanoseconds...

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First name.

That's all I know about him.

First name.

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The more mysterious a person remains,

the more you get attracted to him.

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Today I saw him again.

Today he smiled at me again.

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Tomorrow in my first performance on stage

I hope he'll be there on the crowd

I wish I won't see him

I have been rehearsing for many days

I don't want another embarrassment

I wish I won't see him

But I want to see him

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