Chapter Three: Payton/Luke

I keep telling myself that love doesn’t exist.

                And still that guy keeps staying in my mind.

                I dreamed of him constantly. The first one was the first time I’d seen his face.

                He had curly, dark blonde hair, and beautiful hazel eyes.

1.       Love doesn’t exist. I don’t believe it does. People can think what they want, but that’s what I think.

2.       He’s not real. Why am I caring so much? He’s a figment of my imagination; a creation from my mind.

But he’s so damn cute.

If he’s real, I hope I find him.

If not, I hope he leaves my mind.

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Who’s this hot girl stalking my mind?

                I swear I’ve seen her face before.

                Did I go to school with her?

                Was she someone’s sister?

                Did she go to the summer camp I went to?

                Did she work with me?

                                Did she stop by frequently at the club?

                                Her face could be easily memorized.

                                So dark of eyes they almost looked black but were brown. So blonde of hair it almost looked white.

                                Who was this crazy girl lurking in my mind?

                                I hope to God she’s real, that way I wouldn’t be nearly as crazy.