call me

well its the end of the week again, I had a good start but went all down hill from then on

well I met a boy and he makes me like this

and he makes me forget about all of the jerks

I can’t get in contact with him

I haven’t talked to him since tuesday… its now saturday

so now i’m waiting by the phone

and its all making me kind of sad

because I really really can’t stop thinking about him

but I’ve had a clever idea if i don’t hear from him.  see every now and then he passes by my building to see a friend so

every evening I plan on writing “george call me” on my building and maybe he’ll notice it, because I believe it was fate that we met and I believe it was fate that he lost my number and somehow we met again; and I believe it was fate that even though i didn’t have a pen to give him my number we met a third time.

so excuse the desperation but I have to know

brittany

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