The Guy Upstairs

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as if for the very first time someone saw the show with the same eyes I did. He would write half of the quote and unknowingly I would complete it. And then I would chuckle about how similar we were, and maybe just maybe cut out of the same shitty cloth that I was. That is not possible! I mean look at him! He has such a great vibe and energy and then look at you! My inner goddess huffed. And maybe she was right, maybe I was meant to destroy everything I touched! Maybe

n was limited to Instagram reels and basic updates. On the other side my relationship with Kai kept spiraling into constant and a constant daze of made and canceled plans. And soon my birthday rolled up, one of the most dreaded days of the

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the same university, with the same degrees the only difference was he took a management training. On the other hand, I looked for a job in real estate (not intentionally). I always had a nag for real estate as I grew up thinking and imagining every empty property was my castle and I was the damsel in distress. I used to travel all over my city, from location to location as I would see him tell the exact dimensions of a place by just looking at it. So have a hit of it in my blood was evident. Whe

ly doze off. If he tried taking off on Tuesdays that would end up being a problem because it is the second day of the week. I even tried taking offs on weekends but that would cause a huge problem, as in real estate weekends are the busiest. And due to all this, all our loved language was left to w

ernship in Mauritius. He told me on the call that he recently shifted to Boston and was looking for an alcohol shop to buy some booze for his dad. I asked him where he was put up and when he told me it was bare two kilometers from my house, I invited him so I could show him around. I still remember the very first time our eyes met, how I lost myself in his long eyelashes. I kept telling him not to blink too hard or he would fly away, and he would say nothing just look down and blush. That was the day at he beautiful story started. How that one day turned into daily conversa

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