(Alternate reading girl, boy, girl, boy, and so on) He knows me like the back of his hand She knew me like the traces of lines on her palm. We didn't grew up together like childhood lovers do We didn't met and got together quick whispering to each other how it was fate's work. We had our ups and downs. Fights, mishaps, and make-ups. I courted her but there was never an "us" actually. Yet even so we met and got to experienced first time love magic. Yet blissful moments don't last long, everything ends. And at the end of our ride, there was something I needed to tell her. I wasn't able to tell him Yet I was too embarrassed to speak up I was too afraid, to say the words that weren't spoken... If only I've known then I would've said it to her multiple times... "I love you" "I'm dying..."
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