"I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one."
- Marilyn Monroe
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I slowly opened my eyes, I'm still in the hospital. I was in my bed, tucked in a comforter.
Wait? Is that a dream?
I got confused.
No... of course not. Tiffany confessed to me! But where is she?
No one's here, just me. Again.
I frowned.
Nah, maybe Tiffany bought something or she went home. No biggie. I can't help but to smile. Tiffany is my girlfriend! We're offical.
The girl of my dream is mine now. Just thinking about this makes me giggle, my heart was pounding when I pictured her in my mind.
Her eyes, her smile, her face, her everything is perfect. She's perfect though.
I woke up from my trance when someone knocked on my door then I heard the door was opened with its creaking sound.
A gir
