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You
“I love you.”
It started very ordinary. Quite a boring way. You will always be my favorite story, I will read over and over again.
I started working at a restaurant, I was simply a cashier. I started out in the mornings, and that was about it.
The schedule was never indifferent, the same times and days, the same people, the same names.
I started working there all because I needed a job, more because I was bored, and how else to spend time but to earn money?
I had social anxiety, so at first, I didnt think I’d do very great..
Somehow I found myself doing the job, and one of the best at that. I was the only one in the morning, the only Cashier that is. I never missed a day, and it was how it is.
One night I received the schedule, and I noticed a name. ‘Jordan’ how funny that is. It’s an ordinary name, dont get me wrong; but somehow it called my attention, was it because it was just new to the spot? I’m not completely sure, but not like it meant much. They were scheduled as ‘on call’ meaning they won’t really come in. What a shame really, it called my interest for no reason. How strange it felt, but there was nothing to be done.
Or so I thought.
Eventually your name appeared again. This time with times, you were placed in nightshift but that didn’t matter. I was surprisingly excited to put a face to the name. Even if we wont cross paths because we were on different times of days.
When the day came, I met you in a certain way. I didnt meet you, but everyone knew who you already were. I felt a distance, and that didnt sit well. Why? Im not sure, you are a stranger. At the end, I saw your face, and from what I saw, I liked instantly. That was it, nothing more to it.
It was a morning day, and I started my shift. To my surprise, you were there. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do. I wanted to talk to you, but didn’t know how. Until I saw your shirt, A black long sleeve with ‘Selena’ at the back and some song titles in the front. I liked her, and I liked your shirt, what more do I need? So I mustered up the courage to speak to you. Here it goes.. “Hey, I like your shirt” I felt satisfied with what I said, but it...
It started very ordinary. Quite a boring way. You will always be my favorite story, I will read over and over again.
I started working at a restaurant, I was simply a cashier. I started out in the mornings, and that was about it.
The schedule was never indifferent, the same times and days, the same people, the same names.
I started working there all because I needed a job, more because I was bored, and how else to spend time but to earn money?
I had social anxiety, so at first, I didnt think I’d do very great..
Somehow I found myself doing the job, and one of the best at that. I was the only one in the morning, the only Cashier that is. I never missed a day, and it was how it is.
One night I received the schedule, and I noticed a name. ‘Jordan’ how funny that is. It’s an ordinary name, dont get me wrong; but somehow it called my attention, was it because it was just new to the spot? I’m not completely sure, but not like it meant much. They were scheduled as ‘on call’ meaning they won’t really come in. What a shame really, it called my interest for no reason. How strange it felt, but there was nothing to be done.
Or so I thought.
Eventually your name appeared again. This time with times, you were placed in nightshift but that didn’t matter. I was surprisingly excited to put a face to the name. Even if we wont cross paths because we were on different times of days.
When the day came, I met you in a certain way. I didnt meet you, but everyone knew who you already were. I felt a distance, and that didnt sit well. Why? Im not sure, you are a stranger. At the end, I saw your face, and from what I saw, I liked instantly. That was it, nothing more to it.
It was a morning day, and I started my shift. To my surprise, you were there. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do. I wanted to talk to you, but didn’t know how. Until I saw your shirt, A black long sleeve with ‘Selena’ at the back and some song titles in the front. I liked her, and I liked your shirt, what more do I need? So I mustered up the courage to speak to you. Here it goes.. “Hey, I like your shirt” I felt satisfied with what I said, but it...
