I always wonder how she chose me. Out of all the people she could've chose. She chose me. I'm an idiot for her and she knows that all too well. Maybe she knows because I tell her that, or maybe it's because I smile like an idiot when I make her laugh after doing something ridiculous to make her laugh and although people look at me like I'm crazy, I know I'm crazy, crazily in love with her.
But hey it's true, I'm not afraid to admit it too, I'm an idiot completely smitten for you.
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My Lonely Little Thoughts
PoesíaJust poems, quotes, short stories, and my thoughts. Nothing special •~•
