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In the world is her.
I love her, yet I can't say it (not to her, at least).
We fight. We flirt. There are akward moments, moments that let me know that there's something there. But it's like we can't acknowledge it out loud. I'm sick of waiting; I don't want to have a flirty friend relationship. But if I bring it up, she'll clam up, open back up after a bit, and then commence with this lopsided just-friends situation.
There's no getting around it. :/
Well, there is one way.
But both of us are too scared to admit it, it seems.
 Deoxyribose Dollface · Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 01:05am · 0 Comments |
