I stand beside you staring at the floor. I can feel you beside me shifting. I can smell your warm home smell. I can see your toes wiggling on the floor. I want to look up and match your eyes. I want to see you smile back down. I want to be the warmth beside you.
I'm begining to think being your friend hurts. Because everytime i look at you, you see right through me. Then I know I haven't a chance.
I love you.
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