Hey loves.
It's Hallooooweeen..! And it's not raining yet. Joy joy joy.
Yes yes, and I love you Zandry. Sorry, just thinking about you makes me feel all warm and happy. ^___^.... I hope I get to see you someday. And oh no, I'm back to daydreaming, ehehe. I really really wish I could see you.
I'm stealing you from her, you know.
And I'll wait till the end of time for you to come see me, to date me, something, anything. To hold your hand. How I'd love that.
Like your poem. I'd like to do all that with you. Let's splash in puddles and run around and lay in the grass to watch clouds someday.
Dream reawakens.
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Speaking of that, girls disturb me. Freshmen girls with cellphones. "So I asked him if I was like, weird, and he said 'no, you're not' and I was like 'cool' but really I was like 'EEEeeeeEeE!'"
Oh god. They make love such a disgraceful thing. Like some child's play to gossip about. Feelings are feelings, not playthings. It's not like 'eee' when he says your not weird, it's 'eee' when he kisses your cheek or something, or compliments you.
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