I miss her too. She is succulent. Like my favourite ice cream, I want to absorb every single moment I share with her. I always want to be left alone with her. Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton’s Islands in the Stream always gets me. She says she remembers this class from the timetable hanging on my wall. I think it’s sweet that she pops up in my lecture hall just to tell me she misses me. I am so down for such physical effort of showing affection. Standing this close in front of me closes the two months hiatus between us. Her eyes are as innocent as ever. Her dimples still flourishes in a smile. Big ears have never been so fitting to a face. And her ear rings game is still A1.

     “I hope we can hang out sometimes and like talk,” she says “c...

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