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He had a crush on her. Simple as it was. In a world of only gender, no sex, all crushes were normal. You are free to imagine yourself there. Just like he did.

His love letter was covered in hearts, a clear sign of a obsessive crush, something he hoped would stop yet never did. He hoped the rejection was soft.

My love for you-

It's so bright I cannot sleep
The ball of joy it seems to seep

My love for you is endless
Just like your forgiveness

I pray every night to kiss you
And maybe a hug too

Please reject me still
I won't fuss or cry bowls

Tonight when it dawns
I will stop seeing you as a fawn

The letter was snuck into her locker, and he left feeling giddy. Days later he found one in his.

My love, we copy the other
The despair is in another

The rejection may never come
Just waiting for you to overcome

I cannot rythme
So I try my best

Does this help?
May I confess?

The blush rose again, knowing he now has a girlfriend, even if it used to be his best friend

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