Friday night: Starbucks with me is "exactly what he needed". Bloody Zebra!!! Sherlock Holmes? Check. Kiss me? Okay. "Let's go to Fullerton." Check.
Saturday: Wake up, get crepes, visit the arboretum, tell me you like me, watch movies, and order pizza. Oh yeah, I had duty.
Sunday: Return duty bag, Coco's, Botanical Gardens, kiss goodbye.
If this weekend made you even more confused, then I am sorry. But to be perfectly honest, I had a wonderful time. It's a bit odd not having you by my side now.
And I'm not sure what it is about me that screams, "Only kiss me. I'm a friends-with-benefits girl". My mother says it's because boys are afraid of my confidence and free spirit. Mom's are supposed to say things like that. I wish I really knew.
But I don't know if it's worth changing for you.
I realized that I use contractions quite frequently.
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You're a walking contradiction, in the most wonderful way possible. You're a gorgeous mess. And I love you. You're perfect. Keep on trekking, you'll find the way and the words and the answers but as we all already know, only you can do that. I think your mom is right, for the record. They can't keep up with your vivacity, nor your spontaneous outbursts of hilarity and spunk.
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i agree with ms lowery. you are a beauty in the most raw sense. you're confident (at least you appear to be) and boys love that. however, (notice this contradiction), they are also super intimidated by it. its such a weird and winding game, this thing we call relationship, but it works out in the end. i promise.
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thanks! i like you too. :]
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