The way he talks, the way he smiles, damn- even the way he walks, I admire it all about him. He just seems too perfect, too graceful for me to even be allowed to talk to him. I don't even care if he sometimes bores me slightly with his stories, or if I'm forced to do something a thousand times just because he wants to, I don't care, as long as he's happy. God, the way he gets excited over little things, or thrill rides, or the stories he tells me, I just love the way his face lights up.
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Excerpts About a Boy
Romance"And I would die for you, you moron, but you don't know it, because you don't care about me as much as I care about you." tangled emotions and the mixed feelings of a teenage girl about a teenage boy . (cover made by me)
