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Tidal Wave ♡

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Dear Diary,

I think my brain has left the building, and instead has been taken over by the reoccurring daydreams of a pretty boy with sparkly green eyes.

Harry.

I don't understand it. How can someone you never even thought about, until you met them a couple weeks ago, all of a sudden be all you think about? 

Why do I have to come up with the questions that can never be answered?

Last night with Harry.. This morning with Harry.. My mind can't seem to fathom the things, or the words that come from Harry's lips. He touches me with those strong hands, like i'm this fragile piece of art, or an old handwritten letter from the 1900's that if blown away or even the slightest bit torn would end in devastation. The way his hum vibrates through my body as he kisses me, is like a tidal wave crashing over the shore. It washes away all of my doubts and insecurities. His words are soft, and delicate, practically ensured to make me feel beautiful.

And for the first time in all of my life, I want to see myself the way Harry see's me. I don't know if i'll ever be able to look at myself the way he does, but I at least want to try.

I never thought I would want to see myself as someone else see's me, hell I don't even like looking in the mirror sometimes.

Sorry to cut you short diary! Have to go! Harry is knocking! We're going to that club kiwi, and I actually put on a dress. Another thing I never thought would happen.

Love, Flora James..

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