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Nov 2017
There have been so many times that I wanted to tell you that army green makes your eyes pop, that the hushed tone of your voice makes my heart race, that the way you look at me turns the butterflies in my belly into ticking time bombs.

But how do you tell your best friend all these things without being denied? Without having to tell them you love them, without the fear of them not feeling the same way?
Chelsea
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Chelsea  19/F
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