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average_guy
average_guyYes, this is a pen name.
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Same old place, the chapel building they require us all to go to regardless of what our religious beliefs are. Well, at least these Nazarenes don't preach about how horrible homosexuality is anymore.

Old place

Same old place, the chapel building they require us all to go to regardless of what our religious beliefs are. Well, at least these Nazarenes don't preach about how horrible homosexuality is anymore. Lady luck teased me oncemore with her bittersweet fruit. She of restless legs, I spotted her oncemore.

It was too late for me to approach, for it not only were there no remaining unreserved seats near her, I had also already seated down. It would have been obvious I was intending to move closer to her, and it would simply seem unnatural for a stranger like myself to do to another stranger.

Her hair was down, but her face was the same. Mildly ripped jeans and a black sweater. How sad a life I must be living- wanting to gain a new contact so badly yet lacking the natural skill to achieve. Quite the irony I suppose- she sat amongst the rows further back, just as I and the rest of the heathens in order to escape chapel quicker than the rest.

She seemed to speak not to many, but with fingers on her phone. Perhaps a fellow homesick soul? Only one way to find out, but today was not the day. No I shall not flee, but i stead bask in my victory- one little bit of info made the difference.

She may very well take the back rows more often- if I were to sit closer next time, perhaps lady luck would give me more than but a mere teaser? I started carrying mint hard candies a while back, because there was one before miss restless that I wished to meet.

She too seemed anxious, and no thought besides the desire to hold her close and let her know no judgement shall be passed so long as she is within my reach. Easy it is to rain havoc on those who damn the weaker, but no mop can clean the blood the evil spill from their victims.

No more should I let myself be restricted from initiation, as stated previously in my last write. Whether it be her of first or her of restless legs, both deserved no less than a listening ear. Should they be misunderstood people, with no anxiety at all, then let a fool be I- a fool I am willing to be in order to have so much as a chance to help a restless soul.

Now, although my faith lies not in biblical beliefs, I am a believer in God. A being far beyond that of the human race shall be the only thing that could ever pass judgement on a complexity so unique as the human species.

May we meet yet again, I won't let the opportunity slide, o restless legs. What a fool I am indeed.

~Just an average guy

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