When I fall, I’m going to fall hard. It’s inevitable. One day I will be totally and completely swept off my feet. I’d better, I’ll be sad if I’m not. But I also worry. What if I fall hard, and he doesn’t feel as strongly as I do? What if it’s just a joke to him? Weird. No prospects but I still worry as if there are. Maybe my first worry should be where I’m going to find this boy to sweep me off my feet.
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