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It seemed too good to be true. Laughing, poking, stolen glances. It was teenage flirting all over again.

She finally had that feeling back, but she still thought why it was her he chose.

Things like this don't usually last. They only happen in dreams, or are developed in the unconscious. He was the realistic example of someone who is composed of all of those "boy checklist" criteria from adolescent diary entries.

The thought continued to resonate in her mind though. This won't last. This won't last.

She would probably be right.