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Do you remember when
Mr. Brown told me to sit next to you?
But I didn't know you then,
So he called you blond.
Blond.
I paused,
Which lasted forever
Because I didn't know how being blond was.
I stared at people who could be blond.
They always said I had brown so it also didn't help.
I felt helpless, before Mr. Brown talked to me again.
He asked me what was wrong and I answered:
"I don't know who is blond."
You'd raise your hand and I saw you,
It was the moment I knew
What a blond is,
How it seems and I smiled.
I smiled because there was you.
I smiled because I knew.
I smiled because you smiled.
It was the first time you've ever smiled at me,
And it was the first time I knew
How it felt like to fall in love with a blond.
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Author's Note:
Thanks for your lovely comments and votes.
I published a new story, Hope but it'll start officially in summer. I'd be glad if you checked.
I know I'm updating actually fast but sadly, I won't be online for the next week. That means this is the last update till then.
Thanks for the rank, by the way. You all are awesome!
Have the best day,
Sevval x
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