He makes me crazier every time I see him. It's a good kind of crazy though. I love it when he wraps his arms around my waist, then tickles me until I can barely breathe.
I love it when he kisses me in between classes.
I love it when he holds my hand in the halls.
I love it when he makes fun of my little noodle arms in my big uniform sweater.
I love everything about him, even his imperfections.
They're what make me so crazy about him.
Much Love & God Bless,
- The Girl In Her Own World
ps. I wrote a short story. It's during the zombie apocalypse. Should I post it?
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