I knew you were too good to be mine, and that okay; I was happy just watching from afar.
We were always talking, but I didnt believe it meant anything to her. Yet it meant everything to me, I couldn't keep her out of my mind. She was almost too perfect, though imperfect.
H
ow could she like someone like me, and she didn't.
She was young and in love, how could I compete with that. There was so answer, because I couldn't. I knew her; yes...but I wanted to hold her. Sometimes at lunch she would hold me, we would cuddle and smile. Oh how I thought it meant something, but she had someone.
She would never hold anybody's hand, now I knew why. She would only hold mine, and I thought it meant nothing. She was absolutely beautiful, while I was fading. How could she like me; the answer is she couldn't.
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But I'm straight...?
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My Wonderwall
SachbücherThe day we met. She was beautiful, her bright blue eyes and Her brown freckles. She was everything I ever wanted, but I was straight; until I met her.I knew she wouldn't even look my way, though it was only a matter of time before I fell in Love wit...
