Perfect Jock
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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2014
I loved him the way he is.
The way he looks at me with those thick glasses.
How he captivated my heart everytime he laugh-snore at the same time.
How he manage to act strong even if he's not.
With his pimples and his scars.
With all those baggy clothes and such.
And especially his heart shape mole at the side of his lips.
I thought what we have is real.
Until I found out that he's using me just to be free. Free from something I'd never could imagine.
Now, how would I know if he loves me? If the one I fell for; is entirely different to the real him?
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