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I was really intrigued by Dan.
The first day I met him he was all shy and flustered, and to be honest a bit out of it.
Then the next two days he was still packing and was talkative to the point he at least answered.
And now two weeks have passed and his reputation is one of a douche or a heartless bastard.
I was so confused! It was killing me not to know what his actual personality was. It was frustrating, and really time consuming.
It felt like the so called 'nice' side of him he showed was a slip up, and that now he is trying to rebuild the walls around himself.
It was maddening! Why would he do that? What happened to him that gave him a reason to act this way?
I walked down the street as the lights flickered a bit. These thoughts had been hunting me for a while now.
I am always first ecstatic when answers me, but then I start thinking about this and my mood is turned upside down in a second.
It was mind boggling, how a person could be on your mind for so long and you never get bored of them. You only find more interesting things to think or say about them, like an endless stream of thoughts.
Turning left to another street I felt myself hit someone in front of me. Stumbling back I tried keeping balance, but of course with my clumsiness I should've known that would've never worked. I fell on the ground and felt the familiar pain in my back. Let's just say I have a tendency to fall and trip.
As I was about to look up to apologize to the person I hit, I heard someone speak before me.
"Uh, sorry I guess" I froze then and there, and I didn't know why. That voice was so familiar. I must've heard it somewhere. My memory was failing me, it's like its on the tip of my tongue but I just don't know what is it.
"Um, mate? I didn't hit you too hard did I? Or are you just tipsy? " as the voice repeated itself I realised I probably looked mental just sitting there, staring at the ground.
I quickly stud up, with a bit of wincing, and I felt the stranger trying to help me. I kept trying to push him away but the stranger was rather stubborn.
"I'm fine really, just a bit of back pain. Nothing to worry about... " I felt the strangers before gentle hands, freeze in realization, just like his whole body. I was confused, what was wrong?
"Phil? " the voice was shaky, uncertain even. As if he couldn't believe what he was saying, I was still perplexed by it. Why was it so familiar?
I looked up in confusion, seeing as this stranger knew my name, but if I had thought the voice was familiar than the face was damn outright familiar in a way, I knew it. But again I didn't. It felt like I had known that face. Those green eyes, brown curl-ish hair. But I just didn't know from where.
"Phil. " this time his voice wasn't questioning. It was acknowledging, as if he was sure he knew me.
But the problem was.
"Who are you? "
I didn't know him.
"PJ"
At least I think I didn't.