Crushing Love.

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Time slowed when I looked at him.
His hair was a black mess of curls on his head. His eyebrows were dark and arched, his lips full. His jawline could cut. The instant I saw him, my heart bounced outside my chest. It's an understatement to say my interests were peaked. I came to a holt as soon as he had passed.
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This is my personal journal about real life scenarios and vivid imagines that I experience, I'm a hopeless romantic as you will probably come to tell
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