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i keep pushing myself to you yet i know i'll run away if we finally get a chance to talk. god, what is a name? what is his name? and to think we're both anonymous to each other, my heart still races at the sight of you, my breath hitches just a little bit and the lump in my throat just keeps pushing and pushing itself out. i doubt that every gaze means something else to him but to me, it's almost everything. he has distinctive dark eyes and veins embossed on his dark skin. he's beautiful to her and she know she has never been dragged by someone that was so human. nothing will happen, i know, yet there's still this itching question. why did we meet in the first place?