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    The night of the 6th was when we met, one of the things that just happen like an alarm unset, my love for you hit hard like an infection, i didnt say anything in fear of rejection, i sat alone on the bench you came closer my hands began to clinch, as you came closer i sat in an awkward fear, you simply asked is it okay if i sit here, then a shaky yes finally came out, you asked so what are you so sad about, oh nothing just alone and bored after that it seemed time soared, when we left i felt a feel then all the sudden i felt real, i knew i experinced somthing that night somthing called love at first sight