Today is the day.
I'm confessing my feelings. However, I'm telling someone else rather than you.
I'm still afraid of what you'll say, that you won't give me a chance, and that you'll laugh brushing it off.
I know you. Last time someone mentioned my feelings for you, you sat there smiling. I have no idea what you were thinking that day and I wish I did.
I'm nervous, but I'm doing this on purpose.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
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