Talk...

by amber desousa   Jan 12, 2007


Dude: I love her more than the air I breath
chick: well im always here for you.
dude: I know.
chick: What's wrong?
dude: I like her so much.
chick: Talk to her.
dude: I don't know. She won't ever like me.
chick: Don't say that. You're amazing.
dude: I just want her to know how I feel.
chick: Then tell her.
dude: She won't like me.
chick: How do you know that?
dude: I can just tell.
chick: Well just tell her.
dude: What should I say?
chick: Tell her how much you like her.
dude: I tell her that daily.
chick: what do you mean?
dude: I'm always with her. I love her.
chick: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like me.
dude: Wait. Who do you like?
chick: Oh some boy.
dude: Oh... she won't like me either.
chick: She does.
dude: How do you know?
chick: Because, who wouldn't like you?
dude: You.
chick: You're wrong, I love you.
dude: I love you too.
chick: So are you going to talk to her?
dude: I just did...

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