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Elisabeth R., Elmont, NY

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The feeling overcomes me
as I watch him from adistance. It's
the feeling that I get when his worn black sweater comes intosight:
all my worries fade.

My heart races.
My palms sweat.
I donot understand.
He is only my friend.

His eyes the color ofsky
allow me to see forever and beyond.

The familiar scent of hiscologne
fills the air as he gives a tight hug.
His voice makes metingle,
and he begins to talk.

His fuzzy, warm sweater brushes againstme,
and we walk together.
The tight grip of his hands relaxes me,
as hegives me a "friendly" massage.

Is he just a friend,
or isthere something more?
Why do I get this feeling when I am near him?
It'slike a wave of happiness coming over me,
I think I am in love.







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