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Sat in a restaurant with low voices of people conversing in the back, I scrolled through her Instagram only to find that she was still the same—so was my heart. The way she never holds back her smile, naturally poses whenever a photo is taken—nothing changed from the old days. It bothered me that she didn’t text me even when it was almost the appointment time so I put my phone down. I needed to do something, which ended up being, washing my hand, to calm my frantic heart down. I was afraid that nervousness is all over my face. Would she come? She wasn’t the type of person who comes late so here I was half regretting myself not only for asking her to meet me, for the lame reason “hey I will be in your town how about a meetup?”, but also for being confident that she would certainly show herself up. It started because I jumped at the opportunity when I stumbled upon her Instagram 2 weeks ago. Now realizing that she had all the choices and canceling the meeting last minute was also an option for her knocked down my optimism.