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[January 19th, 2007] |
hello,
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[May 15th, 2006] |
it would be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way that you wanted them to
he doesnt know. His name is the one constantly running through your head. It's the one that you doodle all over the place and everytime you hear it, your head jerks around. His name is the one brought up so much when you're with your friends that you're sometimes afraid of getting slapped if you mention him one more time. It's the one that makes you think of him, even when you're trying hard not to. To call or not to call, that is the question. These are the ridiculous games you play on a daily basis. But he doesn't know. Sure, he's hot, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything that you throw at him, he can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that head of his in under five minutes, but something tells you his heart would take about five years. You remember everything he's ever said to you and when your friends call you retarded, you blame it on your photographic memory. You can't remember last years English teacher's name or that you had a project due four days ago, yet you remember exactly what he wore the other day and exactly what he said to you the last time you talked to him on the phone. Maybe it's because you actually listen when he talks. But he doesn't know ..
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