whenever i looked at you for too long you would squirm away from my gaze. you'd giggle as you told me to stop. but the redness that appeared on your face asked me to do otherwise. i liked looking at you. when i did i thought "wow, so maybe you really are here." or "so it's true that i'm in love with heaven herself." but i didn't tell you that i was thinking those things.
i didn't tell you much of anything, huh? that's okay. i've become better with communication, i know that where we both fell short. but i want to say right now that you were something i looked forward to seeing. because i want it to be out in the world. i want everyone to know, even if things have changed. i am not a coward anymore. and i am not afraid to admit that i loved you.
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The Name Game
RandomHow about you point the finger at yourself for once //a random book, filled with weird prose and rants and occasional art\\
