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Monday, September 12, 2011
Crazy.. and Impossible.
He's the kind of guy who flirts around, making every girl feel special, giving every girl hope, and hiding his advances surreptitiously from other girls. He's the kind of charming, cheeky guy who melts you down when he smiles, but his personality in front of girls is different from when girls aren't around. He tries to impress and befriend every girl, without meaning to, and is friendly to a point of leading them on, making them feel flirted with. He makes the ugliest girls think there just could be, might be, a small chance that he likes her.

Despite all this, I'm still crazy about you in ways that are incomprehensible. When we sit close together (like I know you do with all girls) I feel happy. I want to run my hands down your arms and put them around you, and lie on you, and I've been feeling that since Day One. Your smell is intoxicating, and your eyes make me stutter if I'm caught off guard. When you look for me, you make me happy. When you joke with me or approach me or tease me, or make some comment about my hair, or want to take pictures with me, I'm happiest.

It's weird to feel this way, because we're good friends, and you're not looking for commitment, and I have someone. When you tell other girls stuff that you tell me, or the thought that you treat other girls the same way as you treat me, it hurts like hell. Because I just want to cling on to that one hope that I'm special, and there might be a slight chance you like me, though the possibility of anything happening is zero.

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