A Year Later... It's been a year. I'm still counting stars, and I still get butterflies as our paths cross in the corridor. I dream about you and I think about you most of the time. I've told more and more people about my pathetic crush. Perhaps someone will tell you. Your mainly alone. Leaving school in the afternoon to go to a mysterious place. You've broken down in class before. Yet you won't respond to my friendly messages of help. I could be there for you. Be your friend. Your guider. Your reason to live. Me and you could finally be a we. There would be no reason to cry. At least not alone. Please let my dreams come true, and count stars with me.
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