He's a Magic Man

Once upon a time back in my semi-wild youth, I was trying hard not to be head over heels for a completely unsuitable person. My practical side was overwhelmed, my dreamer side madly in love. I knew to the bottom of my soul that he would turn my world inside out and leave me in pieces, and I couldn't care. The only thing–don't I know it!–that saved me was that he didn't return my feelings. We were good friends, but he was shallow and I wasn't pretty. I know this was the main reason because he ...