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He spoke to me today. I did not expect it. He smiled at on of my other friends joke, and the old spark was back in his eyes. I supose you have been posessively reading every post and asking yourself what he looks like? If I tell you you will know why I have fallen so hard.
He is tall, far taller than me. His hair is dark, raven black with iridencence. Through it he has blonde highlights. His eyes, deep brown overflowing with charm and wit. His smile is sweet and gentle enough to charm baby birds from their nest. Those tough broad shoulders shake when he laughs. His laugh is a rich as something sweet from a warmed bottle.
Attractive, no? heart
Certainly there is hope for me to yet win his heart. I had my plain, limp, dull hair cut. Though, my father says I look like a frightened hedgehog with it's spikes up. Short, choppy, piecey, and razored to death. He spikes his hair boldly, so why should he not notice me?