When you really like somebody, you tend to do the most embarrassing things sometimes.
Like tell him you like him.
Or ask his friends where he was that day and have them answer, 'tak da' while snickering at you because he was out with somebody else.
then get worried about him so you text him a get well soon message only to have him reply half an hour later after you bump into them with your my friends.
or write a poem about the boy, then tell him it's about him.
How many bruises do I have to get? How many scars do I have to scratch? How many times do have I trip and fall and hurt myself before I realize what a clumsy idiot I am?
Whats normal anyway?

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