why can't i keep my eyes off of her. her hair falls on her shoulders as she sit just a just few rows in front of me but i can smell her perfume, she smell like buttercream and vanilla. she looks at me and i can't help but feel my face light on fire. the way she smiles it just makes me melt. i need to tell her, she not someone i just met she my best friend the girl that I've known since the 2ed grade,the girl that dyed my hair when we where 13. the one name i can get out my head Sophie the girl with the teal dyed hair. why can't i tell her, why why
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the power of why
Short Storythe power of why is a multi point of view but it's going between different people and ages but they're all asking the same question. the word that says it all. why
