I always look at him when I get the chance. I promised myself that I wouldn’t let another man into my mind, but there he is. He leaves his foot prints in my mind, and I can feel myself break down the brick walls that I have built. I wish he would show me something, anything. If he let me know that I exist in his eyes as he does in mine.
When he speaks to me I find no words I just stay in awe. If not him then someone similar.
I wish he wasn’t just a friend. I’ll just carry around this feeling in hopes that maybe he’ll one day give them back to me.
It’s so easy to pretend that I don’t feel anything for you when all along you’re all that I’ve been thinking about
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