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I thought I would write this when I was inspired. When the thought of you lights a fire in my heart and brings a smile to my face.

I can't decide if you're good for me or bad. I can't  blame you for the way I feel or can I? Inserts laughter.
My thought process, I jump from  one thing to the other. I lose track of what I'm thinking sometimes. A thought is cut off by another then another then another.

I once said love makes you vulnerable, ha! It does, but I crave that vulnerability with you.
Everybody go chop breakfast, I haven't even had a taste of you.

"I like you" ,"I can't stop thinking about you". Why do I have to hide it? Will it make me look stupid? Would it embarrass me? Will you reject me? It doesn't matter. I want you to look at me, to think of  me.

I don't have you. I don't know if you like someone else. I don't know if she's prettier, smarter, funnier. I worry that I would leave your side for a day and come back to see you with her. It would hurt a lot, why? I never got to be with you, to hold you like I would a lover.

I want to do that. I want to slip my hand around your neck and kiss you. I want to have your hand around my waist. I want to hug you and feel every part of your body against mine. I want to do these things but I can only pen it down hoping it would happen (unlikely).

This is unrequited love or is it?

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