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Boyy...
There's this guy. I have him for all of my classes. I watch him from a far, unless we're in GYM. He looks at me as i look at him. My heart begins to beat in a musical, but painful way. I smile and my face begins to turn red. Every time I see this boy. I want to be near him, spend time with him. He's really popular with girls; which makes me a bit jealous. He hugs me... He presses his body against mine sometimes. I feel happy when he does that. It feels like he loves me, but does he really? I gave him a ribbon one day after school. I wrote in marker into a blood-looking silk. Those four words. "Love" I "Love" him even though he probably doesn't really. I don't want to be friends with benefits...I wanna be more to him. I don't want to be the girl having to look or watch over you far away. This boyy..I love him. I love you... I really really do.
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