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There is this absolutely GORGEOUS guy named Cody that rides my bus and is in my design class that I think I’m in love with maybe. He has black hair, big brown eyes, nice smile, pale skin, amazing artist… He’s just the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. All during design class I stare at him. I watch him work. I watch his eyes. I watch him talk in his almost silent voice. And I do it alot, because apparently he doesn’t mind me staring, or maybe he doesn’t notice.
In class he talks a little to this chick Haly, but on the bus he sits alone in the last seat on the bus and stares out the window. I look at him and try to think of something to say but I’m at a loss. I think, oh well, I can never have something that beautiful…
I really dont want to say oh well. I want to go get him, because I want him. I want to show him that I can be his angel and he can be mine. I want him to see in him what I see, if he doesn’t already. And mostly, I just want to love him and have him love me. That sounds lame… But it’s true. Shouldn’t I go after what I want, if I want it enough? I mean, not just men-wise, but overall in life?
Yeah, this is definately a goal.
