The Princess
    Fiona is 19 years young, and always wears her heart on her sleeve. A certified foodie and a home-buddy, and enjoys devouring chocolates on rainy Sunday mornings. ❤

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    You

    I shouldn't be writing about you.

    But now, I am. I am writing about how I felt when your arm accidentally brushed on mine several times. I am writing about how it felt good, if not special, and I am writing about how much I hate it.

    I hate it because the more I try to run away and hide from you, you get closer. I know you don't have any intentions, but you get closer and do these things to make me feel special. Not in romantic way, but yes, the things you do makes me feel special as a person.

    And as much as I am thankful for your being a gentleman, I still hate it.

    Because I fall for you even more. And I am not supposed to, anymore.

    I may not tell this to anyone, but I would like you to know that despite everything, despite the times that I hated how nice you are, I want you to know that I will always be here to back you up. I mean, it's my job.

    No, not just it's because it's my job. It's because that you will always be special. Your name will always ring a bell inside my head. Your smile will always be one of the hundred reasons why I also smile. And I'm glad that even though we could never work out, you're still there.

    So close, and yet so far.

    But I think it's better that way.

    Perhaps I will always keep writing about you. Maybe not in the same ways, but I will always be writing about you.

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    ? "You" was Posted On: Saturday, August 30, 2014 @11:05 PM | 0 lovely comments ?


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