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Are you always thinking about me?
Because I am always thinking about you,
and I often wonder if we did
the right thing.
I often lay awak at night
with you in my head.
I think about how we are, and
even though I am so happy that it's you that is laying beside me,
warm and calm,
it's worries me that everything is going so well
don't you have any downsides?
Do you always smile, and say the right things?
Do you really love me like you say you do?
Because if you do then I can just close my eyes, and go back
next to you..
Would you believe?
A place were the sky falls down
between the trees.
A sun that heats you up, and makes your skin
soft and supple.
A smell I remember
from a dream some place.
And all is quiet. It's all quiet.
The town is far away,
but the summer is up close.
Would you go here with me if you
Stupid things that I loved
Ahhh man! There are so many things that can go in under this part. When I look back at the little stent that my life has been so far, there are so many stupid things staring me in my face. I will start with, brace yourself, Spice Girl. I was such a huge fan of these five fab british gals. I loved the music, and till this day, I still have all their cds. I have a vague memory of me and my friends playing in the school yard, and all of a sudden we desided to be the Spice Girls. I was of course the sporty one seeing as I was the only one who could do a half-decent cartwheel. The only problem was that non of us girls were black, and some unfortunate person alway ended up Melanie B against her will, she would start crying and we never got around to playing Spice Girls.
I was also a huge fan of Backstreet boys, and I was so in love with Nick Carter. I think that experience has scared me for life, because since the days of the BSB I have never been attracted to a boy with blond hair. As the h
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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