Will he ever know what his presence does to me? Will he ever know how precious his smile is? Will he ever know how I'm swept off my feet when he passes by? Will he ever know how much I love him? The more I think about him, the more I fear of never being able to kiss him or having his arms wrapped around me, reminding me that I'm beautiful, that he loves me. I want to talk to him, I really do. But I can't. it's not something that I can really explain, it's indescribable. I know there are plenty fish in the ocean, and I'm just a seaweed. I hope he looks through the swarm of fish and see me standing there in the depth of despair, waiting for him to pull me out to the light. I love him, and I hope he loves me back too.
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