He knows my secrets.
He writes me poetry.
He draws me pictures.
He writes me letters.
He knows who I am.
I don't know who he is.
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He's the school bad boy, but he's so nice to me. He doesn't care that I have anxiety and that I stutter. He likes me for me and treats me like a princess. He cares about me the real me not the shy worried me.