I'm the kind of girl who kicks the soda machine because it ripped me off. The kind who doesn't like to get noticed. The kind who is afraid of everything in a way. The kind who will hug you as hard as she can. The kind who will talk for hours on the phone when you might not even be there. The kind who doesn't order a salad on a dare. The kind who doesn't really know who she is, but will never forget what she isn't. The kind who has a hard time letting go. The kind who wants to find the one. The kind who listens to the rules and follows them; for the most part. And most importantly, I'm the kind of girl that can be good for you.
She's the self-preserved, pretty-but-doesn't-know-it kind of girl. Reading her books and daydreaming all day while he's the outgoing, spontaneous, good-looking boy with the most amazing eyes you'll ever see. They grew up from two different worlds, and he'll teach her how to stand up to those who look down to her, and she'll teach him how to love and know the true meaning of jealousy, while he teaches her the same without knowing it. He'll teach her how to shout at the world without a wince, because his hand is holding hers tightly, letting her know he will never leave her, causing her to forget her fears for everything, and just be able to live for once without any worries. Atleast that what she imagines....
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