he makes me giggle. he makes me sob. he makes me kick my feet. he makes me severely anxious. he makes me swoon. he keeps me on my toes. he makes me squeal. he makes me feel inadequate when compared to somebody else.
he makes me happy. he makes me feel horrible. but i still love him to death. why?
oh, the way his smile just beams. the way he sang off-key. the way his facial expressions change when he's singing something sorrowful. the way his curly, light brown hair slightly bounces when he walks. that day he wore a pride shirt. the way he makes me laugh. the way he cared about me when he saw me crying. the way he looks at me. he's so cute and skrunkly i wanna hug him so badlyyyyy! i wanna cuddle him! i wanna make him laugh! i wanna sing with him!
i wanna make him happy. because he makes me happy.
but i'm not just not the one for him.
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