I am stunned.
I never thought I would fall for you, but obviously I was wrong. And I'm alright with that.
You're not my type. You're different, you and your long blonde hair, dirty sense of humor, and girlish name. You're different. But we all know how much I say that, don't we?
Your hipster glasses and your T-shirts, your freckles and your warm eyes. My pixie cut and my sweatshirts, my eyebrows and my figure. We're different, but alike.
Though this may just be a silly teenage crush, I plan to make you my girlfriend.