I'm kinda mad at myself. Because if it's somehow possible, I like you even more than I did before. Maybe it's because today you directly looked at me with those big brown eyes. Maybe it's because you waved first when I saw you in the halls. I can't help liking you and it makes me mad. It makes me mad because I think that you like another girl. And I think you know that I like you because I'm not very discreet but I just don't know what to do. You make my days better and I want to know all about you. I don't want to like you as much as I do.
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