You asked me how do i feel whenever i'm with you. alright, I will be spilling all of my tea, sweetie. So Listen up.
Your footsteps walks into the room while shouting my name although we are only a meter away from each other. A wide smile would crept onto my face while my cheeks flushed, beaming red. Your toothy smile and your lame jokes makes my day than how a cup of coffee wakes me up. I have no idea why but whenever those lame jokes of yours came out of your mouth, i would starting laughing, giggling, or chuckling out of nowhere. It's just crazy how you cracks up that easily without you even trying. My heart would beat faster when you're near me. I love how you twist my heart. I feel lonely somewhat when I'm without you although not sitting with me. Somehow i get jealous when you talk and laugh with other girls. When realization hits me, i realized that you aren't mine... yet. Your smiles would fill me with laughter. I hated when other girls get close to you. I seem too possessive and selfish, aren't i? Part of me forbids me to like you. That other part of me is the one that supports me to like you and want you be mine.
But i knew that was impossible to happen. Seeing you smile like a sunshine and how happiness engulfs like a soft pillow is more enough for me to love you. But it seems as if we aren't on the same level. Another world. Another dimension. Although we're are so unlikable, we still somehow managed to escape that cell and be together. I want you to pay attention to me at all times but i know that's too selfish to ask for. Last Wednesday, I wore a green fuzzy jacket to school and you saw it. And you jokingly said that i was Oscar the Grouch from a kid's TV show. My stomach was sore from laughing with you. My face gets hot and reddened whenever you laugh or smiles about something. I know i won't be able to be with forever but i want to know that i like you. specifically, i love you.
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