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I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

 Yours Truly

N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Sunday, May 25, 2008 12:46 am
He. Part 2.



He picked me up from work in his car.
He made my heart pound when he touches me.
He paid for the movie tickets (but I paid him back, didn't feel good).
He paid for the popcorn (which I hardly ate, too nervous).
He brought me to the nearest drive-through Mcdonald's so I could buy my mom her Fillet O Fish.
He drove me home.
He loves the smell of my hair.
He walked me to the lift of my apartment.

Somehow, I don't think this is going to work out.

But then, he called me.
He made me laugh when I joked with him.
He wanted to bring me out for super early breakfast when I told him my stomach was "ringing" (said he'd turn around and come pick me up again, but I said no).

But, I still think it ain't gonna happen.

So I guess it's not Part 2; it's the end.