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I thought I was doing good, and then I turn into the room and spot you sitting at the opposite end and my heart skips. Instantly, I'm nervous all over again. I feel your eyes as I walk to the chair behind you. A brief flash of your smile calms me down. I sit inhaling your perfume (powder, lotion, whatever it was) while stealing glances at you when you're not looking. The class seems to fly by and I barely remember anything anybody else said during the two hours, but I know everything you were doing, wearing, and said. I was anxious as we left the building and fought the desire to reach out, grab and pull you closer. I know what you said last week, and I respect your decision. I guess that leaves the issue of what happens as we continue to meet and grow closer.