I'm fun-sized. I'm cute. I'm asian. I'm fun to be with. I like hanging out with my friends. I believe in love and all those fairy tale stuff.

I stood...and i lived

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I know I shouldn't like him, because I know it could never work. So I convince myself I don't. Then I see him. He'll smile or put his arm around me, or just say... anything. And then all that logic and convincing myself just evaporates.