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Boy, open your eyes. Everything she does is to impress you. Whether she's brushing her hair, or just trying to do her best, it's all to make you look. She feels like she can't get it right, but you know better. You look inside of her and see what I've always seen. Now it's up to you. Love is all about betting on risks and taking chances, so it's your turn. You have to make the call. You decide to make her or break her and let her fall.

I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around, accidental-like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both happening at the same time.
-Forrest Gump

Have you ever been sunburned and someone(unknowingly of course) comes up and slaps you right on top of it? Well that's how it felt when you said you didn't feel the same way.

Why is it that you can make my heart pound in my chest? How come you put these butterflies in my stomach? Why is that at the slightest mention of you, I can't stop smiling? How come that from the very start, I haven't been able to get you off my mind?

I think that maybe I'm over you. I think that maybe your memory will finally fade like the blue summer sky. I think that maybe your face will finally leave my mind. I think that maybe I'm a good liar.

From toys to boys, from hair barrettes to ribbons, from Spice Girls to JoJo, from Winnie-the-Pooh t-shirts to polos, from boys-have-cooties to broken hearts, girl, you helped me through it all.

Hey now! Boy, did I say that you could up and steal my heart? You have to ask first.

How many times do I need to stare at you before you even glance at me? How many times do I need to make myself look pretty for you before you even notice me? How many times do I need to walk by you before you say hi? How many times do I need to pretend like I don't care before you realize that you can't live without me? How many times do I need to talk about you with my friends before you barely even mention me in a conversation? How many times do I need to cry over you before you even think about me when you're by yourself? How many times do I need to tell you that I love you before you start to love me too?

So many thoughts and doubts fill my head. I can hardly think. Do I tell you? Will you turn me away? Will you laugh? Or will it be the best possible thing that I could have ever done? I don't know. Sometimes I think that life would be easier if we could go back to the time when boys had cooties but it was alright if you just went ahead and grabbed that "cute" boy's hand.

For every pain that we go through, there's always someone there that will help ease it.