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His Disgustingly Beautiful Face

I saw on someone’s Snapchat story, a photo of people who had medals and a trophy in cross country. You were there. You, and your stupid—stupid—stupidly beautiful face were there. Out of people I could have had interest in, it had to be of you. There is no defense for scum like me, for I only was enamored with your face. Everything else I hadn’t considered because of your beautiful face. I semi wonder what would have happened a week ago if I had not decided to take more interest in you. Instead of calling your shoulder cool, I intended to say it was a scandalous photo. Looking back, I knew what I was getting into. I already knew you weren’t one for me and I wasn’t the one for you. Still, a part of me did fall a bit for you. Crazy, right? I barely knew anything about you. I can’t wait for second semester. I’ll never see you again. I’ll be set free. Until then, I can’t hate but still love your disgustingly beautiful face.