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i think of her in the utmost respect. she is the kind of girl i onced wished i could give my whole life to, but my young optimism witheld my vision. i've grown, now. i'm not stupid like i was, and could never see myself in love with someone like her now. she is the beautiful kind, but even the word beautiful doesn't do her justice.
she's a close friend, now. i think because we have so much in common. the way with which we speak to each other is in pure reflection; we should have met years ago. i don't know if she feels this way.
i understand every word she thinks and feels. and as she reads this, i wonder if she'll guess her on identity. she would do that, aferall. she's so sophisticated, refined, yet, she's silly, too..
she's a close friend, now. i think because we have so much in common. the way with which we speak to each other is in pure reflection; we should have met years ago. i don't know if she feels this way.
i understand every word she thinks and feels. and as she reads this, i wonder if she'll guess her on identity. she would do that, aferall. she's so sophisticated, refined, yet, she's silly, too..