he was in front of me and laughing with his friends. i saw that he's enjoying that moment.
the next day he asked me, what is my name.
the next day i was in one group with him, it's made me so excited.
the next day i was touching his hand when i was trying to make some project with him.
the next day i was sitting right beside him. and laughing only with him.
the next day i was tell him something, and he is laughing like i'm a strange person.
the next day i was saw him playing guitar in the corner, alone.
the next day i was saw him he looked at me in the crowded
the next day i was saw him on the stage playing guitar with his silly face.
the next day i was saw him sleep in the audiance's chairs
the next day i was walking through the corridor, then he turning straight and looked at me
the next day i was saw him smiling
him
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