Well we never grew up together so it wouldn’t have been long. We were in second grade give or take a year. After we cleared up a huge misunderstanding, we fell in love. At least it felt that way. Heres what I've managed to remember at 12:30am. It is really corny. Me: Ugh I just want today to end. *Sad face* You: But with that many bad things happening, something good is bound to happen. *smiley face* *are you fucking kidding me face* what can possibly go my way? I have a gift for you. (bell rings and kids are going to class) *regular face* Whatever it is you better cough it up quick. Ok. Close your eyes and hold out your hands. (I closed my eyes half way because I know you liked to mess around during recess. I could’ve stood in the playground all day looking like a statue.) All the way. (squinted) without the frown (closed) (I didn’t notice it with my eyes open but you smelled really good at the time. It was probably the shampoo. Then I felt your hands. They were a bit clamy or it might’ve been my hands.) You: Don’t let me go. (For a second, I thought we were going to dance but in a heartbeat you hit me hard. You gave me a big kiss on the cheek and you held it there for a bit. Then you finally answered the question I’ve been asking you throughout the year. Have you ever kissed a boy not from your family?) Me: *shocked then smiley face* You: *red face* You were the first boy I kissed so don’t ever forget it. I won’t. (long pause) Oh look at the time. *looks at the wrist with no watch* We’re going to be late for class. See you tomorrow *insert name here*. *runs away* I smiled the rest of the day. And asked everyone to pinch me because I wouldn’t believe the girl I love kissed me. But the more important question is do you still love me? I honestly hate assuming because it makes an ass out of u and me mostly me, but I don't know what to believe. The hopeful me thinks you do and the other thinks you don’t. I told you to do some things that might help me find you again but you’re posts imply otherwise. I really want to tell you everything because seeing your sad posts eats me alive. Good morning.
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I'm only posting some clarity nothing more. You made yourself crystal clear.
For you, till October 10th 2011. For me, until the end of that school year and not never. Now shoot me.
What makes you think I've ever loved you at all?
Well we never grew up together so it wouldn’t have been long. We were in second grade give or take a year. After we cleared up a huge misunderstanding, we fell in love. At least it felt that way. Heres what I've managed to remember at 12:30am. It is really corny.
Me: Ugh I just want today to end. *Sad face*
You: But with that many bad things happening, something good is bound to happen. *smiley face*
*are you fucking kidding me face* what can possibly go my way?
I have a gift for you. (bell rings and kids are going to class)
*regular face* Whatever it is you better cough it up quick.
Ok. Close your eyes and hold out your hands. (I closed my eyes half way because I know you liked to mess around during recess. I could’ve stood in the playground all day looking like a statue.) All the way. (squinted) without the frown (closed)
(I didn’t notice it with my eyes open but you smelled really good at the time. It was probably the shampoo. Then I felt your hands. They were a bit clamy or it might’ve been my hands.)
You: Don’t let me go.
(For a second, I thought we were going to dance but in a heartbeat you hit me hard. You gave me a big kiss on the cheek and you held it there for a bit. Then you finally answered the question I’ve been asking you throughout the year. Have you ever kissed a boy not from your family?)
Me: *shocked then smiley face*
You: *red face* You were the first boy I kissed so don’t ever forget it.
I won’t. (long pause)
Oh look at the time. *looks at the wrist with no watch* We’re going to be late for class. See you tomorrow *insert name here*. *runs away*
I smiled the rest of the day. And asked everyone to pinch me because I wouldn’t believe the girl I love kissed me.
But the more important question is do you still love me? I honestly hate assuming because it makes an ass out of u and me mostly me, but I don't know what to believe. The hopeful me thinks you do and the other thinks you don’t. I told you to do some things that might help me find you again but you’re posts imply otherwise. I really want to tell you everything because seeing your sad posts eats me alive. Good morning.
This fictional event proves that you are suffering a terrible case of erotomania. You're scaring me, must I delete my blog?
You shouldn't. I'll leave
I don't have to know who you are, but I would like to know your motives.
It doesn’t matter but if you insist. I wanted to make you happy because I thought you were someone else. Now I’m blocking this site. Bye.
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