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Mình chưa bao giờ cảm thấy như thế này trong đời. Không nói chuyện với ai, gương mặt cũng không vui nổi, mong chờ một điều gì đó từ ai đó. Khi anh gọi điện thoại, cảm giác có thoải mái hơn nhưng anh ta không phải là người mình muốn. Mình chờ cô ấy.....cái cảm giác ấy, tim như muốn phập phồng nhảy ra khỏi lồng ngực. Mình muốn giận, muốn lơ đi nhưng không thể nào lơ nổi, tìm kiếm, mong chờ và chỉ muốn bắt chuyện trước nhưng lại không làm được. Cô ấy nói thương mình và cái từ thương ấy là thế nào mình cũng chẳng hiểu. Tự hỏi cảm giác mà mình dành cho cô ấy là gì? Có phải thương như cái cách cô ấy nói không? Không, mình nghĩ là mình đã yệu, đã yêu thực sự rồi....Chỉ vì mình quá tự cao và kiêu hãnh, chỉ vì cái tôi của mình lớn quá.....và mình phải làm gì đây khi cảm xúc của mình không hề ổn chút nào. Mình yêu cô ấy..nhớ cô ấy, muốn lao vào vòng tay của cô ấy, hôn lên trán, lên má và ôm cô ấy thật chặt. Phải làm sao đây????

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