She thought she was ordinary, but she was anything but. She would describe herself as simple, and that was true if simple were the Eiffel Tower. No, she was different, complicated.
He was 100% bonifide guy. He loved sports, love sacs, meat, and hated anything to do with shopping, talking, and musicals. He thought he was pretty good looking-even if he wasn't, but it just so happen to be that he was...pretty good looking.
She tried to be all tom-boyish liking sports, hiking, and rock climbing, but she loved the color pink...
He tried to be sensitive by going with his girlfriend to the opera, but he fell asleep before the 2nd Act...
Who knew that on the oppisite sides of the US there could be such messed up, complicated, drama filled people who entirely needed each other and had no idea...
TO: my magic closet friend...just a glimpse
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