it seems like the more i get to know you... from afar, the more i am enthralled by you. that effortless confidence you seem to carry yourself with has such an unexplainable euphoric effect on me. i don't know, it seems like you -- just being you, has done it. you have perfectly, and rather succinctly, captured the idea of beauty. of course, your physical appearance: skin as white (and creepily, soft) as sheets from the dryer and physique a killer stellar; lean, not from a diet but well-spent hours dedicated to the enriching of your physical health. hair jet-black but stained (the flaw's icing to your beauty so don't worry) with your party-days as streaks of blonde blemish your head of luscious hair. i don't know to what end my creeper-status encircles, but i'd say it has gone pretty far. i've screened through your social networking sites many times and i have artfully slipped your name into conversations with your friend to display my interest. i think i am in love with you.
you are immaculate and i would like to know you.
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BTW IT'S ENTIRELY HYPERBOLIC.
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