I can't get the dark-haired girl our of my head. My heart beats wildly whenever I see her, or even think about her. As I sit and try not to make it so obvious when I look at her, I think about her and wonder about her.
As she passed by me, she dropped a scrap of folded paper on top of my pile of work. Eight minutes had gone by until I moved the stack towards me and flattened out the paper. I love you. I did not understand. There was no way she could love me; she did not know me. We had barely talked. What would she want from me? None of my thoughts even mattered anymore. Just knowing that someone loved me inspired me to wake up in the morning and live my life.
We met in the Canteen. As we secretly talked, we decided to meet in Victory Square so that we could hide within the crowds and we would not be so obvious to the telescreens. She has an affect on me that I cannot explain; something about her has changed me. I like it.
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