When I was about 16, there was this guy who worked at my favourite bookshop and every time I saw him, my heart would just go crazy, pounding like mad, butterflies flying like crazy in my stomach. Now, this guy was clearly older than me, around 26. Through years and years of me going there with my dad to browse through books (our ritual), those feelings never went away. Fast forward to June 2016, I was looking for work and had just had Sunday breakfast with my dad when we decided to go browse through books. And then I saw the help wanted sign. So naturally I applied. And now, almost 2 years later, that guy and I? We are still together and madly in love. Never give up, folks.
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I think I’m fucked