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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:caramelizedapple.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>miles of life</title><link rel="self" href="http://caramelizedapple.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://caramelizedapple.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T14:59:43+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:caramelizedapple.blog.co.uk,2007-04-28:/2007/04/28/the_phone_call~2173864/</id><title>The Phone Call</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://caramelizedapple.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/the_phone_call~2173864/"/><author><name>hanie16</name></author><published>2007-04-28T06:54:17+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:54:17+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;A girl quickly punches a number into her phone and waits until she hears the other line pick up.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Becky, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me smiling and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think that he’s so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect, I mean, look at all the girls that are falling for him. I could never be one of those. Their all so pretty and bubbly and, and.. not me. I couldn’t even start to compare myself to them. But whenever I think of him or see him, I can’t help it, I smile. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I made a complete fool of myself. I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept talking and making me feel better. He’s so perfect Becky, I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep wishing and praying that he will notice me, why? …Becky? Becky, are you there?”&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“This isn’t Becky.”&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Petrified the girl asks, “Then who is this?”&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“ This is the guy whose smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you just said now, I’ve been wanting to say the same thing since the day I met you.” &lt;/p&gt;
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