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I dont think a second can go by without me constantly thinking about him, I want him so much, but i know its forbidden. It was clearly impossible to explain how i felt, being with him was like being trapped in my own personal hell. I imagine his face in my sleep, and it haunts me in the day, I'm broken inside by the words that i'm never going to say. His face is like my drug, his voice is like my air, but the feelings inside of him for me will never be there. The circumstances are different, it's not an everday tale you see, when i look at you I have to remind myself how to breathe. You make my heart have a seizure, you make my stom

they were both imperfect, and they blamed eachother for their own mistakes, they pointed out flaws in one another so that they weren't the one to be blamed. she would constantly yell at him for the feelings he'd never show, because he was too busy showing them to an unfamiliar hoe. He was hansom, musclar and well built, she wanted him to use those muscles to show her how he felt. So he pushed her against the wall and loved her 'till the sun rose, then later he got busy removing another womens clothes. She was drop dead gorgeous, with lips so rosy and red, while she was at home waiting for him he was busy getting head. he wasn't alwa

He was tall and rugged, blue eyes and curly dark hair, he was every girls dream, but they all knew that he could never be theirs. He wasn't into relationships, he was into one night stands, he told girls what they wanted to hear, then got innapropriate with his hands. Girls all knew what kind of guy he was, but they couldn't help but believe, that they'd be the girl that could change him, but when they gave him what he wanted he'd leave. he'd laugh at every girl he'd break, laughing cause he had it all, every girl wanted him, even after he'd never call. He could get any girl he chose, in an instant they'd fall at his feet, he slapped

He was her best friend, her best friend whod she spend endless days and nights with since the first day she met him on a day with fallen leaves and renewed dreams. He was her priority, and every moment of her life seemed to revolve around his muddy eyes and curly dark hair. She dreamed about his embedded dimples the first day she ever saw them appear on his flawless face--in the back of the classroom in the sixth grade. She loved everything about him, and how they'd lay in the grass together, happiness tangled in their eyes as they watched the blue sky slowly turn into darkness decorated with diamonds that they'd waste their time naming. She