A sprout is the beginning of something. It's fresh and green, tender and new. I had a sprout. It got plucked and cast aside. Not its place and time, he said.
I liked him, too, and I only meet someone I like every few years.
They always say no, though. There's just something about me.
I am sad.
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No. I refuse to believe there is just something about you. I've never met you but I KNOW that's not true.
It's starting to feel that way. :( At least he was super nice about it.
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