She is so pretty. The way she laughs and rests her head on my shoulder. The way that her mouth will scrunch up into a little pout when she is mad. She is light in the darkness. Sun after a huge storm. She is adorable. When she is tired, how she slurs her words. I can't stop thinking about her. I love it when she dresses in her cute pastels. I love it when she dresses in black. Her beautiful long hair that is so soft to the touch. Her eyes when she looks up at you when her head is resting on the desk. I don't think she understands how important she is to me. She is so pretty. I want to take away all of her worries. I want to hold her in my arms when she cries and tell her it will all be ok. I love her. She is my everything. But yet she doesn't love me back. Why?
Because she doesn't like girls.
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