I love it when you push me while forcing me to look at the moon last night. I stared at it while thinking about you. You're the person I want to be with when I'm gazing at the night sky. I want it to be you whom I rest my head on, whenever I feel exhausted. I want it to be us under the same star.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
