he's now in front of me, the boy that i liked
i cant think of anything. i think im psyched
whenever he's near i feel so paralyzed
especially when he brushes his hair with a smile to the side
he confessed to me, i felt so happy
happy that it's happening, finally
but i cant accept his heart, sadly
because my heart learned to fall out of love, gradually
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girl's pov of "too late?"