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Seems like he had a little accident on a sleepover🥺 No worries. Everybody has one sometimes.

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To My mid school Crush,

all of a sudden one day you took my attention. I never believed that I will like you. You remember when you first started to talk to me after years of school. At 8th grade, when I used to tease you by your elementary school crush name and you used to be mad at me. But soon you also get your tricks to tease. You used to take my name as your crush when I tease you. And that's where I fell for you first. Still I didn't know my feelings for you, and never even want to grow my feelings for you. Believe me, but I really got happy when the class used to ship us. Maybe you took it as a joke but I didn't. Soon this teasing game turns to our conversation and I really loved it. But I never feel the way you made me feel. Nor you were handsome and nor you were popular but those nerd boy sits at the very last bench made me sense my first crush. A real one. Things were good at that time, I never expected anything from you.

But the day I still regret to not tell my feelings. I know High school changes everything and it absolutely did it to me. The day you also have a crush on but unfortunately it's not me. I pretend to be happy when you tell me that you have a crush on that girl. It breaks my heart. And from that day no more teasing, no more talk, no more laughter, no more feelings between us still only tons and tons of tear rolling down my heart. I still think don't you ever knew that I liked you? I felt for you or didn't you feel for me that way? Yeah. I accept that I need to tell you my feelings but always this "BUT" stops me. Well, if you're reading this then do one thing for me just confessed your feelings to that girl. Don't be like me.

I want a man who would give me morning kisses, wouldn't hesitate to scrub my back, eat me like I'm his last desert, talk with his eyes, remind me that he loves me, know my facial expressions and keeps oiling my hairs.

Solo la musica sarà capace di illuminare i nostri sguardi

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𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 ’𝟽𝟶