I really like you.
Sometimes I think maybe you like me too.
I might've done very bad on my english test because I couldn't focus.
I focused on the memory of you saying my name.
oh, boy.
you make me laugh.
You make me wanna kiss you. Badly.
I see you stare just a little too long, and it makes me start to wonder . . .
She sits there, wondering why she ever let him get to her.
What do you do when nothing can describe how you feel?
She's falling for him.
but that's a secret she'd never tell.
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