After three weeks of planning my confession, I manage to get a beautiful bouquet of flower, not as beautiful as you, a bracelet, 'cause I know that you love them and a teddybear. I head at your locker and see you taking your books. I am feeling so many emotions right now from admiration to fear. I don't want to lose you. I tap your shoulder, oh my that beautiful eyes of yours I... I've got something to tell you
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