05 March 2010
Like a little girl, I kept blushing.
Like a little girl, I told my best friend about the dream she had.
Like a little girl, I squealed, remembering the things that happened in the dream.
Because of that, this little girl kept blushing everytime she thinks of you.
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I'm thinking...
Why is it that all the other dreams, I don't end up blushing like crazy even though the content was... questionable...
Why is it, when it came to you, I blushed like there was no tomorrow.
It didn't happen with the rest... It NEVER did happen.
How in the world am I supposed to face you now...?
Hopefully, I won't end up blushing like today...
*Takes in a deep breath*
what we could have been, 8:30 pm.
