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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

You Kind of,Sort of, Give Me Butterflies.

Everytime I walk by, I get these butterflies in my stomach, and my face feels hot.  I try to smile, but I'm too nervous of looking like a dumb little girl.  And when we talk, my heart starts to rush, and I just want to hear you speak forever.  I feel like you and I can talk about the most crazy things.  And even though we haven't known each other long, I feel like knowing you could change my life.
It's strange how fast I'm feeling these emotions, and I wish I could tell you.  But I feel like it's wrong, and I just want to know what to do.  I wish I wasn't torn between the two of you, and could make a right decision.
Now the other you, you've made me angry and put me down.  But when you're sweet, you just make me melt and feel safe.  I don't get the butterflies, but I still care for you deeply and don't want you with anyone else.  Why am I so selfish though?  You say you're happy with me, but I want to be that happy as well.

I wish I knew what to do.

So everytime I walk by you, and smile, I hope you realize that smile back makes my day.  Or the texts about the crazy things we talk about, just make me laugh.  And I hope someday, you'll see this, and know it's about you.

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