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I realized how much I like you just about a week ago. I’m sorry it took me a couple of months. I love how you look, you are simply gorgous. Your long, sleek auburn hair. Your applied cateyes and pale foundation face. Actually, all of your pale skin. The way your hips looked in that pencil skirt. How your jeans fit so perfectly to you perfect frame. Your baseball t’s and Rosie the Riveter shirt. The pained, angsty look that was almost always on your face. Your cute nose. Your small, almost non-existent chest. The modesty in your clothes. The shoes you drew on. The necklace you made yourself. Your love of sci-fi and fantasy. Your love of showtunes, indie music, and just plain odd things. How you wear men’s deodorant. The sense of humor I was told you have. Your painful shyness towards me. How we couldn’t ever have a decent conversation. I am so awestruck by you. You are such an interesting creature, I wish I were allowed into your world.
I know I messed up by being awkward around you. Really, I wanted to have fun the last few weeks of school and not chase after a girl if I probably wouldn’t continue it over the summer. I was a douche, and I realize it. Honestly, I hope you don’t feel like I played you. Because I didn’t mean to seem like that, I didn’t even think about it. Now you’re the only thing I can think about. I hope we can become closer very soon.
