You, Mr. Jared Dean, are the one I am starting to fall in love with. You drive me crazy just dreaming of the next time I get to talk with you. Everytime I walk into the Union, I look at every table next to the windows, because I hope that you might be there, and ask me to come sit with you. I go to the rock wall every night, hopeing that in the walk back to my dorm, I won't make it all the way, because you will ask me to your dorm. Every time I see a kiss on TV, I imagine the next time you see me, you won't be able to resist yourself, and push me against a wall, and you will lay one on me. You are so nice to me, but yet you were so weary of me until you got to know me a little bit more. I want to get to know you a lot more. I, Mr. Jared Dean, am looking for love, and I have been for a very long time, and I am longing to take the next chance with you. I am, at this point hoping that you are the last chance I take, but do keep in mind, it is still a chance.
Mr. Jared Dean, You are driving my foolishly hopeless, and I am loving every second of it.
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