A mess of a dreamer, with the nerve to adore you.

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No uterus, no opinion Bad beginnings make happy endings Does the truth always set you free? Douche-bag Dear Felicia, Rock & roll baby, don't you know baby, we are alon... Cooler than Ice cubes I miss you Lean on me, when you're not strong Left my head & my heart on the dancefloor

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Everybody always talks about how that perfect guy is the one that is right in front of your eyes, but you never notice because you are too blinded by some asshole. You know he makes you laugh, but anything that could be considered flirting, you pass of as his personality. He's like that with everybody – right? So you pass it off, and when he asks you for a hug, you give him one- and when he flirts, you laugh and ignore it. Then, something happens. Suddenly, you're having text message conversations that last for hours, and when you pass him in the hall, you notice him yearning for eye contact. Was it always like this, did you just never notice? And then he'll say something... something that makes it blandly obvious – and now you're stuck, with not idea what to do. That was him.