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Andrea, since the first time we met, I knew there was something interesting about you. Something I could never quite put my finger on. It was in the way you moved; in your laugh; in the way your eyes lit up when you smiled. And throughout all this time, I've been perfectly content to be just a a friend; someone to talk to during class; the guy you could come to with answers. But the other day, I realized, that I want to be more than that. I want to look into your deep blue eyes and understand you. I want to talk more than just during class. I want to be the guy you come to with your problems; the guy you can trust. When you're down, I want to cheer you up. And when you're up, I want to be there to share those times with you. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'd really like to be your boyfriend.
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