I dread the moment when you see a girl from across a room or bar and just for an instant, a fleeting second, you see the girl that you've been in love with for years. You get that rush of excitement and anxiousness because you haven't seen her in a long time and maybe she's been thinking about you too. Then you blink.
And just as fast as you rushed into feeling amazing, you fall backwards. Crushed. It wasn't her.
The night is ruined. I am not depressed, I am just mistaken.
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