It always was, and it always had been.
Always.
She watched as he won the girl of his dreams. He didn't noticed as she pined for the only boy she could ever love. There he was, perfect black hair, tantalizing sky-blue eyes, perfectly shaped lips, and an Italian accent. Mysterious. Handsome. Intelligent. And here she was. What was so special about her? Why, she was nothing but long blonde hair, misty eyes, tiny lips, and a voice filled with dreams. Strange. Odd-looking. Crazy.
Tall, dark, and handsome never loved short, dreamy, and loony. That's the way it always was, and that's the way it always will be.
Always.
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