The place was a converted Craftsman-style bungalow that looked like it was built in the 1930s. I stared at the building for a few moments trying to muster the courage to enter the place. So many seemingly random thoughts raced through my head. What if she wasn’t there? What if she was? How would I even go about finding her once I entered the building? I didn’t want people to think I was a stalker. Would she remember me? How could she forget me? Maybe she didn’t feel the same strong connection that I felt. But that didn’t seem possible. The energy between us seemed to be an even exchange. The faster my mind raced with all of these thoughts, the more confused and anxious I felt. I always prided myself on being calm and collected and rational. Now I felt anything but… “Hey,” a male voice said as someone approached from behind. “You must be new.” The guy was my height, about six feet, but he probably outweighed me by about fifty pounds.
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