Yearning
He couldn’t stop looking at her. The way she giggles at her friend’s lame feeble jokes or whenever she got nervous and slowly ran her delicate fingers through her hair. He especially couldn't stop being her friend. Just a friend. That’s all he ever was, forever friends. Best friends. Never anything else. He wanted more. He
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That was beautiful, and very sad.
Your a fantastic writer.
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I'm glad people actually read my non-Green Day related stories. xD
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