We got each other's numbers.
We talked a lot.
You still came around with your friends.
But you would also come on your own.
Just to talk to me.
That made me feel special.
It made me think you cared for me.
We became friends.
Yet it still didn't feel enough.
But it should be enough.
I couldn't have more.
It would be a bad idea.
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12 Months
Short Story12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
