Here are my thoughts: Boys, Mission, Boys, Mission, Boys, Boys, Mission, Mission, Boys...!
I really like boys.
I like how they smell. (I especially love good smelly cologne.) I like how they smile. How they talk. How they laugh. How they tease. I like sitting next to them. Staring at them, while they... well, sing... or work or are doing nothing at all. I like when they drive me places. I like when they pay for me. (Well, honestly, I hate it when they pay for me, but I like it at the same time. It's confusing, I know, but you have entered my stream of thoughts. It is very dangerous. Turn back now while you still can!!)
I like talking to them on the phone. I like when they call. When they hug/touch me. When they look at me in that way that says, I like you how you are. I like their hands. They're eyes. Their voices. I like being their friend.
I like boys, I do. But they clutter my thoughts. Why won't they let me think in peace?
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Push them out of your thoughts now. Boys just cause trouble. (But they are kinda nice at the same time.) :o)
It is true. They are trouble. But getting them out of my head is easier said than done. -lol-
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