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Love? How the fuck do I know what love is? I'm only 16 for Christ Sake. But, what if I do? I mean, everytime he comes near me, all of my pain and sorrow go out the window. All someone has to do is mention his name, and I can't help but to smile.
And, yeah, ok, so what if he sweeps me off my feet everytime we're out together, even if he doesn't mean to? And yea, I think about him all the time, no, about us all the time. About our future, where we'll live, what are kids will look like, and if he will still wear the same stupid grin everytime someone gives him that I-can't-believe-he-bagged-her look.
And so what if I can never stay mad at him? I mean, it's not really a fair match up. I mean, all he has to do is to crack some stupid joke, and I smile. That's not the way it's supposed to be. He is supposed to be in such pain when I'm mad that he can't stand it.
And yes, that kid, no, wait, man, is amazing in bed. But again, that's not really fair to say. I mean, who do I have him to compare to? He was my first. But still, it was pretty amazing.
And so what if I want to wake up in his arms every morning, to inhale his scent every hour, and to feel his touch every minute?
I mean, he has that stupid comic book obsession. That is so childish. But still, it is kind of cute, in a geeky, comic book lover, loser kind of way.
And he rambles all the time. That can get really annoying. But he says it's because I make him nervous, and that's kind of sweet.
But, he doesn't even care if he has money or not! He could care less that he is a social outcast. How can he do that if I can't? But that doesn't make him a bad guy, that makes him a fucking down to earth guy. So what if those guys come once in a blue moon in Newport? So what?
So he touched my heart and soul, so what? That doesn't mean it's love, does it?
It can't, I'm only 16. I don't know what love is yet, right?
I know I like him. I mean I really, really, really, really like him. You know what? I don't like. Not even a little. I can't. I can't because...
I'm insanely, madly, deeply, monumentally, truly, crazy, all-senses-go-out-the-window in love with Seth Cohen.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to that idea.
Love? How the fuck do I know what love is? I'm only 16 for Christ Sake. But, what if I do? I mean, everytime he comes near me, all of my pain and sorrow go out the window. All someone has to do is mention his name, and I can't help but to smile.
And, yeah, ok, so what if he sweeps me off my feet everytime we're out together, even if he doesn't mean to? And yea, I think about him all the time, no, about us all the time. About our future, where we'll live, what are kids will look like, and if he will still wear the same stupid grin everytime someone gives him that I-can't-believe-he-bagged-her look.
And so what if I can never stay mad at him? I mean, it's not really a fair match up. I mean, all he has to do is to crack some stupid joke, and I smile. That's not the way it's supposed to be. He is supposed to be in such pain when I'm mad that he can't stand it.
And yes, that kid, no, wait, man, is amazing in bed. But again, that's not really fair to say. I mean, who do I have him to compare to? He was my first. But still, it was pretty amazing.
And so what if I want to wake up in his arms every morning, to inhale his scent every hour, and to feel his touch every minute?
I mean, he has that stupid comic book obsession. That is so childish. But still, it is kind of cute, in a geeky, comic book lover, loser kind of way.
And he rambles all the time. That can get really annoying. But he says it's because I make him nervous, and that's kind of sweet.
But, he doesn't even care if he has money or not! He could care less that he is a social outcast. How can he do that if I can't? But that doesn't make him a bad guy, that makes him a fucking down to earth guy. So what if those guys come once in a blue moon in Newport? So what?
So he touched my heart and soul, so what? That doesn't mean it's love, does it?
It can't, I'm only 16. I don't know what love is yet, right?
I know I like him. I mean I really, really, really, really like him. You know what? I don't like. Not even a little. I can't. I can't because...
I'm insanely, madly, deeply, monumentally, truly, crazy, all-senses-go-out-the-window in love with Seth Cohen.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to that idea.