She's afraid and she knows it.
She's got that fear in her eyes; the fear of falling in love kind.
Every time she sees him, hears him talk, and thinks of him she pauses whatever she is doing and it catches her breath.
She's a little bit sadder, a little bit scared, and a little bit less hopeful.
She thinks she isn't good enough for a boy, and he's just a reminder of that.
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