Emma ClineI'd always liked her in a way I never had to think about, like the fact of my own hands.
About This Quote
When a person meets someone new, they often form an instant connection with them. In some way, the new person reminds them of something familiar. In the same way, the person may have always liked someone from a different angle. Perhaps they knew someone who was very similar to this person they have just met.
Perhaps there was a mutual friend that had mentioned both of them. The point is that you have some part of a new person that reminds you of a previous one.
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