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I, sadly enough, am now finding C. in everything. Every random thing that crosses my path, every song, every book, every movie. It's pathetic, I know, but it is what it is. Right now, it's like we're dating, but we're not. We both get jealous of friends of the opposite sex, we come close to kissing every day, we nearly almost always just barely don't hold hands, etc. I'm pretty sure that I'm just gonna sit on my hands, as it were, for a year. And 2 months. And 7 days. and 7 hours. and 47 minutes.