are amazing.

A few moments ago, I chanced upon a friend's blog. His most recent post was about a girl he secretly liked. It was beautiful.
And somehow, it made me feel. . . .envious.

Why? 

I guess. . . .deep inside, I would love it if somebody wrote about me that way, too.
And maybe, just maybe, I sort of wish he would write about me that way--all with his emphatic phrasing and generous wording--in a style that was his, a style which I admittedly love.

But I don't like him, okay. I don't. Only his writing style.

Only his writing style.

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