If things keep going like this, I think there might just be a chance.
We're talking more than we usual do to each other; laughing, smiling, and getting frustrated at other people together.
Even when we're not talking, it's a comfortable silence. We don't have to talk all the time or force a conversation with one another.
When we're alone, it's quiet, but not quiet at the same time.
A little part of me believes that you feel the same too, but even if you don't, you being apart of my life is enough.
You're someone I care about a lot. I know that you'll always be there.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
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