It has a strange quality. In a way, it makes me who I am supposed to be. A happy individual trying to survive college with as little scars as possible. But is this who I really am? Who I was 15 years ago? Its hard to decipher if I am being real or its the medication. Whatever it is, however, I will keep trying. I have to. And if its the tiny little pill that has me falling in love, then what the hell, people use harder drugs to get that same feeling than I do so, meh. Im not actually in love, its more of an infatuation that sounds like love. Oh but he is perfect. PERFECT! Around 6'2, brawny, dark hair, smart, a voice that sounds like whiskey being poured into a small tumbler filled with a few ice cubes. You think I'm joking and I wish I was but everytime he raises his long, muscular arm to answer a question (correctly if I may say) his voice just travels down my spine and feels like a warm breath was just realesed into my chest. His voice actually makes me shiver. Warm, tantalizingly dark, a little smokey yet filled with class. Heaven. I guess I actually have to talk to this paragon but I am so self concious around guys like that. Intimidated to the max, I am sure I would stumble my way into a conversation about lightbulbs or some other inanimate object. In short, I would probably sound crazy and I do that enough in my daily life that I really hate repeating my bad bad bad mistakes. Oh goodness.
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