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May 7, 2004
I'm in love with a boy. His name is Brendon.
He is too beautiful to be with me.
He tells me I am too beautiful to be with him.
He's lying.

I'm in love with a boy. His name is Brendon.
He wants me to show him my writing; I won't.
He wants me to sing him a song; I won't.
I will, someday.

I'm in love with a boy. His name is Brendon.
I speculate: does he love me back?
I wonder: does he miss me, now?
I know: yes (both counts).

His name is Brendon.
I love him.