i'm sort of glad u can't see me after i leave u at ur door, angel.
i look so ridiculous, biting my lip to keep from smiling, feeling like some little kindergartener leaving the playground after hearing that a girl LIKE liked him.
"i love you". i feel like i say it so much, i almost wear it out as a phrase, but it never ceases to lose its effect when i hear it from you. =]
sweet dreams angel.
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