when they ask me about you,
i present myself with a neutral expression.
keep myself from smiling too much, or smiling too little,
because they can't know how i feel about you.when the rumor got around that we were a couple,
"they are always together, hanging out by themselves."
i forced myself to laugh.
even though on the inside, i was wishing that rumor was true.when we talk about our hopes for after highschool,
and talk about your future kids,
i would be lying if i said i didnt wish they were our future kids.
but instead i smile, and say that i can't wait to see your wedding,
or meet your future kids.i scoff when my mother asks if there is something between us,
and try to ignore the butterflies that are flying around inside of me when you smile at me.
i suppress every thought of a future with you.because you can't know how i feel
not yet, maybe never.
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