They say that when you meet someone worth everything, your heart beats fast, your knees go weak, and you tremble. When I first met him, I felt those signs. Hopeless romantics, including myself, have always imagined the slow-motion effect of a first encounter when you meet your "worth the trouble" (a reference to the book I read last night). That is what I have always dreamed of, just like the women in romance books. He lives next to our house, a new tenant of Mrs. Jenkins. He is timid, mysterious, and uncanny—a man whom I thought I would never dare to get close to because I knew we would not even have a conversation from the start. It was like two similar personalities that would either clash or miss. I am sure it was the latter. On a sunny afternoon, while I was sneaking chocolate from our family's store, I laid my eyes on him as he did the same on me. At that exact moment, I felt my heart beat the loudest as I stumbled while trying to escape, and he asked for a cigarett...
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