For Him
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This is to Him. He knows who is, and sadly all my friends probably know who he is, and sadly I’m probably going to be teased and laughed at for this but I don’t mind. I just want to say why he is so special to me, just listen.
So these are little thing I either love or hate abut you, small things you do or don’t do, or even just thing I NEED you to know. There also some things I want to share with people, stories of us, because there just that great I gotta tell them.
Just don’t look at them wrong or bad because even if I say I hate something don’t forget thats one of the reasons that makes me love you even more....
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