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In-like?

I have a philosophy.
Don't love it, it won't hurt you.
And yet, lately, I find myself in danger
of being hurt.
I don't love him. I don't even KNOW him.
He's brilliant, though socially inept. When we flirt,
I feel as though I am, once again, in third grade.
He pulls my hair, nudges my leg in a play-kick,
pokes me between the ribs.
When we talk, I feel shallow and stupid.
The way he smiles at me when I say something
smart makes me think that he assumes me to
be adle-minded. His college courses prove
that he is not stupid.
He is beautiful. Tall, skinny. Gracefully so.
His pretty brown hair is constantly in his
ever-observing, ever-judging blue eyes.

I am not in love with him.
Not at all.
Maybe just in-like.

-Lix.

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