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how did you get under my skin so deeply.
i allowed you to crawl so deeply under,
and now i can't seem to pull you back out.

it was valentine's day, it was a club, and you were cute.
that was it.
we danced, and we kissed.
it was nothing out for the norm for most young adults.
but for me,
for me it was.
it was new territory,
unexplored and untested territory.

all of it was unexplored.
it was exhilarating.

my interest was piqued,
maybe too much so.
i didn't play the games,
the games that you're supposed to play.
i texted you,
texted you like we were friends.
but you texted back, and our conversations felt real.
they were conversations,
with substance and intelligence.
you would write my name at the end of every goodbye,
"good night, molly."
"sweet dreams, noah."

it made me smile.

my last text to you,
"don't be a stranger, noah."
but you are.
when we pass on campus,
your head turns the other direction.
when we catch the same bus together,
your head stays the other direction.
but then, when you get off the bus, without fail, you always look over your shoulder and into my eyes as it drives away.
you're the worst kind of stranger,
you're the stranger that i don't want to be a stranger.
you're the stranger that might not have had to been.
but you are,
a stranger.
the stranger that still sends my heart beating wildly when i see your face,
beating wildly and uncontrollably.
wild and uncontrollable;
the summary of my emotions towards you,
my stranger.