Every girl dreams of being with that perfect guy, well, to me he's only annoying and a flirt. Until I sit with him in class, until I realise he likes books, until I realise he's like me, until I realise I like him. And to think that this was caused by a bunch of daisies drawn by a couple of pencils... This idea is not owned by me, only the writing itself. I saw a post on tumblr by princxe and I was inspired to write about it.All Rights Reserved
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