Gods, I think I'm-

Oh gods!

I think I'm doing it again.

I'm falling deeper and deeper in love with him...

Nothing can be good from this,

My parents don't approve.



He's so perfect to me.

The way he talks and his awkward motions.

His dark brown eyes that match with mine.

The dark-almost black- hair that he hides under his hat...

I can't stop thinking about the way he talks.

He might not be much,

but to me he's everything.

Oh dear gods....

I think I'm in love with him.

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