I'm over reacting. I know I am. Way, way, way overreacting. But I can't take it back now. I miss my friendship with Izzy. I miss getting all nervous and the butterflies whenever she's around. I miss smiling at the thought of her. I love her, I really do! But I messed up.
I don't have a chance with her anymore anyway.
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Perfect and imperfect
Teen FictionA true love story. Based on a true story (...that hasn't exactly completely happened yet) Yes Zoë. I am actually doing this. THIS IS NOT EDITED!
