He told me I was just a little too clingy. That I was smothering him. I guess the only real problem was that I loved him too much. But still, I took a step back and gave him the room he needed to breathe, even though it meant I could not.
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Thoughts Of A Girl.
RandomEver wondered what goes on inside the mind of the girl in the back of the class? The shy girl? The awkward one? The one that doesn't know how to speak up for herself? The quiet girl? The Introvert. Quiet people have the loudest minds. This is simpl...
