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Posted by on 2013/03/16 under Uncategorized

I met a girl.
She is beautiful.
She is tall.
She has long hair.
She has a question mark freckle on her left wrist.
She has six freckles next to her left ear.
She hates her freckles.
She has brown eyes.
She has brown, golden, hazelnut colored eyes.
She is a dream.
She is not a dream.
She is she.
She is her.
She is the one I want to be “US” with.
She is tall.
She is beautiful.
She is incredibly unique.
She is incredible.
She is unique.
She is the one.
She has one already.
She has a boyfriend.
She loves.
She loves someone else.

2 thoughts on “She.

  1. Anonymous says:

    im sorry … im in the same situation right now, but there’s nothing to do about it, i know i only want to see him happy. I don’t care with who. Just see him smiling makes me melt …
    -Crying over someone doesn`t bring them back
    staying up late at night wishing on stars doesn’t make things
    as they were. telling how much you love them doesn`t either
    the only thing that you can is to let their heart come back to you.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Oh my God this actually made me cry! Because I am dealing with the same thing, only with a boy. And it hurts so god damn bad to watch the one you love love someone else. I just wish he would see that you know? .xx

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