Sometimes I almost get the nerve to just
walk up to him and tell him that I'm sorry and that I
miss him.
Then I think about how I really have nothing to be sorry for and
how he should be the one apologising.
I then realise that if I don't do something, then he'll
probably be out of my life for good. He'll never try to make
amends with me.
Oh, how I wish he would.
I've liked
you ever since Freshman year.
I never knew why.
I still don't.
I thought that I was finally over you.
Since I started to like this other guy.
Well, I don't like this other guy anymore.
For a while, I liked no one.
But, the other day, when you sat by me and kept scooting closer
to me against my will, I realised something; I still
like you.
I wish I knew why.
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