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From the minute we met, Her smile, sharp eyes, and freckles, Her kindness, joy, and ferocity, Her story and her corgi, radar, They got to me. My heart ached for her in the third grade. From the minute we talked, Her power, courage, and confidence Her strength, individuality, and warm persona They got to me. My knees went weak every time I talked to her. From the minute I gained the courage, She was taken, loving, and busy She was happy, occupied, and content That got to me. My confidence flew south for winter. From the minute we graduated high school last year, We haven't talked, hung out, chilled, We haven't seen, spoken to, or heard from each other. That got to me. I never had the courage to gain her love, Now she's off to a new grade of her own.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Never had the courage
From the minute we met, Her smile, sharp eyes, and freckles, Her kindness, joy, and ferocity, Her story and her corgi, radar, They got to me. My heart ached for her in the third grade. From the minute we talked, Her power, courage, and confidence Her strength, individuality, and warm persona They got to me. My knees went weak every time I talked to her. From the minute I gained the courage, She was taken, loving, and busy She was happy, occupied, and content That got to me. My confidence flew south for winter. From the minute we graduated high school last year, We haven't talked, hung out, chilled, We haven't seen, spoken to, or heard from each other. That got to me. I never had the courage to gain her love, Now she's off to a new grade of her own.
If you like someone a whole lot, and I mean a LOT, and you have for a long time, don't waste your time. Ask him or her out. I know I wish I'd just gotten over my fear of rejection, so you all should.
MadElky
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
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