That wasn’t real. That wasn’t real life. That wasn’t my life. It can never be. Why? Because, I’m fucked up. I’m in love with you, ___, but I’m a girl. I can never say it. You don’t know I exist. I’m disgusted of myself. I look at you. I don’t know you. How can I be in love with someone I don’t even know! It’s fucked up! You’re probably not that great, you’re just beautiful. Well, let’s get real, I’m not great. Shit. Why do I keep thinking I’m gonna end up with you? Why can’t I just keep my cool? Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we hold hands? I just want to hold your hands. And a hug, no kiss. No, not yet. No kisses, until the time’s right.
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