She tried to write a poem about him. But nothing she wrote compared to what she felt about him. And that terrified her. Why was it that she always fell so hard for those who never wanted her. It would always be someone else. Never her. But still. She can't help but feel the way she feels. Because every time she is in his presence the atmosphere shifts. Time ceases to make sense. And the only thing on her mind is him. And his dumb hair. And his stupid laugh. But she could never forget his smile. Or the smirk, the one that only comes out when she makes fun of him for being stupid. He tells her that he's gonna go. She reminds him to not be stupid. But they both know it's just a reminder, to stay safe.
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Chasing the Sunset
AléatoireAnd as she drove down the freeway with nothing on her mind but everything in her heart, it felt as if she were chasing the sunset, She didn't care that she would never out run it, she didn't care at all.
