Tell Me What Do You See In Me?

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I'm well aware I'm no beauty queen,

We even had a laugh about it,

The first time we crossed paths, 

You see, I'm a bundle of nerves, a bit of a wreck,

Can't even meet your gaze, you must lift my chin.

Can't even meet your gaze, what the heck,

Conversations don't come easily, it's true,

My words often jumble, but I promise you,

You fill the silence with your presence so fine.

Even when I dare to open up,

My words stumble, they come out all wrong,

Yet you, you smile at my lousy jokes.

You 'd sit through the most mundane documentaries,

Never complain about our same old talks.

We repeat over and over without a frown.

I wonder, though,

Do you have other friends,

More charming, surely more interesting?

I must pale in comparison to them,

They know you, your every smile, your every fear,

They plan adventures for you.

They're the best of companions.

They don't flood aimless chats with emojis,

Yet here you are, and at ease,

Like it is the most natural thing to you

While I am fussing on what to say next,

You listen even when I am not making sense,

So, tell me, what exactly do you see in me?

Forgive me if you have gotten tired of this question.

To any sane soul, you should be running free,

But you stay, making me feel like I've got wings.

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I have this long-distance close friend, I would use "best friend" but I don't think it is mutual on both sides. Anyway, he is the only friend who doesn't mind my weirdness, whom I can feel free with. But sometimes I can't help but wonder why he stays. These are truly the words I never got to say.

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