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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

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{ Friday, November 13, 2009 }

Today's been a superbly wet day. I kept telling Nisha I feel ugly today. In fact, I feel fugly. I dont know why. HAHA. Its not the HMS shirt I'm sure. It's just me. Some days I wake up feeling like the most confident person on the face of the earth and other days I awake feeling like the shittiest.

Stayed back to discuss projects and then watch Grey's Anatomy in school. How fun right? I know.

So what I want for christmas is just LOVE (:

I fear saying this would make it more concrete.

I'd love to love you.

But oh, how impossible. I await the day either of us speaks to the other. For I've noticed you but I happen to be that girl that everyone just doesn't notice. So I pray, that you're one of those people who notices the girl who's never noticed.

Because I want to get to know you.
I want to know all about you.
I want to find out that everything I've said about you is right.
I want to know that who I think you are is really who you are.
I want to know you.

But I fear. Because I'm the girl who the guys tend to overlook.
Because I'm so ordinarily plain-jane. So, I fear.

But I still want to know you. So help me out here. Disappear or make me notice you noticing me.

& just know this; I notice.


{ fin }