December 11, when I first saw you.
I don't care about anything, I don't care about everything.
But as you walk nearer and nearer my heart beats faster and faster.
What to do? What to do? What am I going to do?
I just pretended not to care but deep down somewhere something's dashing.
And suddenly, you sat beside me.
My cheeks are burning.
My heart is rushing.
What is this feeling?
December 11...
December 11, I knew. I knew, I had a crush on you.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
December 11, when I first saw you.
I don't care about anything, I don't care about everything.
But as you walk nearer and nearer my heart beats faster and faster.
What to do? What to do? What am I going to do?
I just pretended not to care but deep down somewhere something's dashing.
And suddenly, you sat beside me.
My cheeks are burning.
My heart is rushing.
What is this feeling?
December 11...
December 11, I knew. I knew, I had a crush on you.
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