January 18, 2011

  • Dear Boy With Umbrella,

    I noticed you looking at me, catching me with a smile. I’m not smiling because I’m thinking of good memories, but because I think you’re cute. I want to talk to you, but your debonair is intimidating to a shy girl like me. All I can really do is gaze at you from a distance, my hands under my chin with a sigh.

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