El Día Que Me Quieras

El Día Que Me Quieras

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Soy Melany, tengo 15 años y pronto entraré a la preparatoria. No soy tan sociable, soy tímida y un poco seria, pero cuando entro en confianza pueden llegar a pensar que estoy completamente loca. Y me está pasando algo imprevisto, algo que no estaba en mis planes, todo cambiará a partir de ahora ... Estoy Enamorándome... Ese momento cuando lo ves pasar, te pierdes en su mirada, tratas de ver su color de ojos, ese color café que quita sueño, un hermoso insomnio. Cada día esperando que se de el momento y el valor de hablarle, deseando no ser torpe al hablar ya que tus nervios no te dejan actuar. Si... yo, la chica que no sabe nada de amor se enamoró de aquel muchacho extrovertido pero a la vez misterioso y serio, la persona perfecta. Al menos para mi. Y aquí estoy, esperando el día que me quieras.💖
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