The other side of the moon
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I was just smiling at the mere thought of him, I only wanted to talk to him, I wanted to see his smile, everyday for the rest of my life, I wanted to keep drawing happiness in the canvas called his eyes, the eyes that got me in this deep trouble in the first place.
the sad part of all of this, is that those were only my feelings, he was not mine, no matter how I felt or how strong my feelings are. Yet, sometimes, I could've sworn he looked at me a little bit longer than how friends look at each other for sure.
He was like the moon, a crescent indeed. Brighting my nights sometimes, others just making it all the dark.
But what I seemed to miss, is that I never wondered about The other side of the moon.
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