August 2011
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Buried.
It’s not one of those things whereby its because he’s one of the cutest boys in schools or because everyone else seems obsessed over him.
Not because some girls swoon over the simple act of him holding a door open.
It’s because I actually know him. Because there’s just that much and that long of hours we’ve spent together.
Because there was no head over heels to begin with. Because we can...
