I thought I was done falling in love and all that shit. I ridiculed love as much as I could just to keep it away from me. I changed the way I think into ignoring anything about a girl except for her body.
Now it's all over, all my efforts to stop being a pussy are gone with the wind.
So I saw her a few weeks in my first semester. She has curly hair, and sleek silver glasses, she reminds me of a swimmer, I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because she's tall, maybe it's because her shoulders are wide. I don't know why but I'm sure she likes swimming.
Now it's week four of second semester, I hadn't been thinking about her or any other girl since I came to this college. I've been using them to be frank, considering them walking boobs. It's more fun that way.
Why did she have to stand next to me ?
And why did she have to be so happy ?
Why didn't she do something disgusting ?
Maybe I wouldn't have her on my mind now.
Back to grade five it is for me, I'm a little boy again, I'm gonna break my heart again, I'm gonna live with the pain, so I'd better get ready for it.
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