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PERFECTION.
I love this girl so much, no one has any idea. You know why I love her? Because she makes me feel so happy. No matter what kind of horrible mood I'm in, she seems to pull me right out of it. Remember when we ran down my hallway and smacked our faces together and we were laughing really hard, all while getting yelled at by my sister? It's times like that, when I love you even more. And all those times I make fun of you (intensive reading) and you still don't hate me? You're a trooper. And when you mess with 7th graders with me. (Why do we mess with kids that are 4 years younger than us?)
But more than anything, because I tell you everything and you never ever think I'm weird or don't understand what I'm talking about, maybe it's a May 20th thing, who knows? I do know however, that I love you and I've never gotten mad at you for anything, and even when I spent that whole weekend with you, I didn't get sick of you at all; and I get sick of almost everyone. And even though you're like this: ~ and I'm like this: - I still love you. (But not that way, lesbian.)
♥ Skin Coat Jones.