According To You.

According To You.

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According to him, she was stupid, useless, couldn't do anything right. According to you, she was beautiful, incredible, you couldn't get her out of your head. According to him, she was difficult, hard to please, forever changing her mind. According to you, she was funny, irresistible, everything he ever wanted. According to him, she was a mess in a dress, who couldn't show up on time. According to you, everything was opposite. She was in love with the idea of love, he was in love with her; the whole school could tell it, except for them. He would walk her to and from school, she would attend the concerts performed in the theater. They were best friends, and never once realized the feelings they had for each other. That is, until a note is slipped into both of their lockers. When confrontation happens, will their friendship seize to exist, or will it end up in romance?
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She knew he'd been in love before. Not just once, not just in passing. Real, deep, messy love. And maybe that should've been her sign to keep her distance. To not let herself feel too much. But instead, it made her pause. Because the way he talked about them-the girls before her- it wasn't bitter. It wasn't dramatic. It was quiet. Thoughtful. Almost gentle. He remembered birthdays, late-night calls, stupid little details no one else would hold on to. He loved them well. Or at least, he tried. And that's what messed her up. Because it made her want to fall even harder. And at the same time, it made her want to run. She wasn't afraid of his past. She was afraid that someone like him-someone who had already given so much-might not have anything left for her. Or worse, that he would love her the same way. And she'd fall for it, just like they did. And end up as another name he says gently, years, from now.

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