User talk:ILoveher2much

There was this girl. She was the most gorgeous girl I have ever met. She doesn't know I love her. She was so smart, though she didn't get a GPA of 4.0. She was so gorgeous, though her hair was covered. She was so nice, it was hard saying goodbye to her forever. I loved her too much. I don't think she loves me the same. Her smile was bright. Her eyes were dark as but sparkled in the sunlight. Her nose is cute, the way she laughs is so sexy. She doesn't think she is pretty. She's very tough, but she is brave enough to cry in front of everybody. When she talks to me, my heart pounds like an 808 drum. When she laughs at my cheesiest jokes, I feel as if I have a second chance. I gave her a glow-in-the-dark silly band once. She jumped and hugged me and practically yelled out, "I LOVE YOU!" in front of everybody. I felt my stomach go upside down with all the butterflies flowing through. She then said, "Not that way, but in a friendly way." I just smiled and hugged her back. One day, during passig period, a guy started poking her. No matter how much she told him to stop, he wouldn't. I came up to him and talked him off. "Why don't you just stop? Just get the f*ck away from her." The guy scurried off. She was there slumped down and quiet. I got her up and walked into class with her embracing me. Nobbody talked to her, they didn't seem to notice. I just sat with her. Just holding hands. Her hands were warm, tanned, soft and tingled in mine, while mine are white, rock hard and cold.