the sequel to: my emu
9:14 p.m.

i saw you tonight, and you looked beautiful. i sat still, and i listened and i watched in awe as you spoke.

how do you do it? i'm so jealous of that 'boy' who has you, i could just die.

i felt sad jubilant and giddy as a schoolgirl and i almost told you. almost. i said, 'don't worry emu, i...'

then i was cut off. i was GOING to say, 'i love you just the way you are.' but i didn't. instead i sat at the busstop and held your hand for a little while.

happiness should be measured in moments.

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