why did i not tell her that she looked good today, that her hair looked good short and in her face. why will the words not come out when i'm with her, bet when i get home my thoughts spill on the pages of my notebook. why don't i just give her my notebook and let her read all the things i want to say to her. the girl that i sit in front of in every class, my best friend. her name is on my mind at night when i try to fall asleep, Jane was the girl with the long hair in braids but now she's the girl with short messy hair, i'm falling for my best friend. why don't i tell her that she looks beautiful every day.
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the power of why
Kısa Hikayethe 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
