So, there you are. Sitting across from me and all you do is make me feel like I am the idiot for liking you. You talk about other girls and how you can easily read what they are thinking, but not me? I wish that we had never become this close of friends and it kills me that you are such a pig sometimes. But, when I see you smile and the little twinkle in your chocolate colored eyes, I just lose it. Why can no other guy make me feel as happy as you do? You send me these mixed messages constantly: from randomly picking me up to go look at stars and play in snow in the middle of the night, to openly saying that your life would be terrible without me. Well Fuck you! I hope that you grow a pair and realize that I am a fucking catch! And also that I will move on and never feel this again.
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