Soon it became awkward for me.
I'd just want to keep looking at them,
Just want to talk to them,
Just want to hear their voice,
Hear their laughter.
Missing them when I couldn't see them for a day! Wondering if they were fine.
Get irritated when they talked to someone,
laugh with someone
and touch someone.
And I am not that someone.
I'd turn all shades of pink when our hands touched,
When I get a momentary peek of the skin hidden underneath the clothes, not supposed to be seen, by accident.
When they act cute,
When they act all shy,
When they smile at stuff they like.
They were imperfect in a lot of things.
But completely perfect for me.
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Lily
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