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A Fairy Tale of Sorts

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Once upon a time, I hoped I could be enveloped in your arms, even if they were sweaty and sticky from playing baseball. 

Once upon a time, I wished to be pretty, blonde, and athletic just so I could be your female counterpart, and hopefully, your type. 

Once upon a time, I flushed bright red from your cute smiles and clear, bright eyes crinkled at the corners. 

Once upon a time, I listened to happy pop music that reminded me of you. 

Once upon a time, I could talk to you comfortably. 

Once upon a time, we were acquaintances bordering the beginnings of friendship.

Once upon a time, you would greet me at lunch because our groups sat near each other, and I would have to pass you to throw away gum wrappers. 

Once upon a time, we made puns with song titles. 

Once upon a time, I wrote cute, fluffy fan fiction inspired by the mere thought of you being you.

Once upon a time, you might have liked me, I think. 

Once upon a time, we had an ending, neither good nor bad. 

Just an ending.






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