PROMPT: Do you want fries with that?
Ten years. That’s how long I’ve loved him.
He doesn’t know I exist — never once noticed me — but I’ve loved him for ten years… from the other side of my binoculars.
Every day I’ve watched him. Every night I lay awake pondering what I would say to him if he ever were to look my way: “Hello, Destiny. I’ve been waiting for you to walk into my life,” or “Do I know you or have I just seen you in my dreams?”
But no… I took one look in those baby blues and blurted, “Do you want fries with that?”
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