I guess I'm delusional in thinking way too much about everything you do.
You're charming, so I know a lot of girls like you (but why aren't you making a move on them?)
You're attractive despite your growing tummy... It doesn't bother me.
Which is something I believe is a rarity.
Cause you're really not my type.
I like them ripped...
But you're everything else except that.
Plus I'm taller than you by over 2 inches.
I poked your tummy and you called me gay.
I wonder. If I said I was... Gay over you...
How would you react? A kiss on my cheek or a steal towards my lips?
It's unfair cause you touch my chest and abs more often than I touch you. In fact. I don't touch you.
So you get the right to... And I don't...
You're straight. And maybe somewhere along the way, you've gotten curious.
You make me curious now.
What can I do to make it come out?
What can I do to make you say you like me?
Because I have no intention of doing so.
So it's really up to you.
I don't care if by the time I leave school, I won't see you again. Or I hardly will.
Puppy love bites.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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