at first, i’ll admit, i liked the chase, but then i tripped. i fell to the ground, but i did not scrape my knees or rip my jeans; i just scared my heart. i don’t know what it is or why i feel this way. you’re a boy who’s completely not my type. this is something new. i have this habit: i want to know all about you. you’ll become my new obsession. i hope that’s okay, but even if it’s not… you have my heart. i don’t know what it is or why i feel this way. you’re a boy who’s completely no my type. this is something new. still on the ground, not getting up anytime soon. you always find what you’re looking for when you’re not looking at all.

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left-handed airline 2011 
(ily, bby!)