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Ah, I see he has a new shirt.

Seeing his picture again was alright for me, no heart-thumping or furious blushing, just a smile and that's it. Though I really really really miss his arms.

But I can't talk to him, not yet. Can't look at him, neither listen to his name nor speak it, can't speak to him either, although I don't think there's a danger of that happening because he would avoid me anyway.

Cousin asked why or something along those lines. Because I like him, really really really like him.

It's stupid to be liking somebody whom you can never be with, though. Really stupid.