ko i don't always know why i think about him as much as i do...i don't always know why he wants to talk to me...but i do know that he's beautiful, among so many other lovely things...he reminds me of what good people are really like...he reminds me that i'm worth something...he reminds me that it's alright to cry, for he would live in my tears if he could...that california boy...i don't know why i love him the way i do...i don't know why he loves me...i don't know why i've never had the chance to touch him...that california boy...

i wonder if we could ever be the 'perfect' that i seek.
what's it to you?
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