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to the girl who beats me up during class. the one who gets my heart to beat.
+ i think it's because i miss you a lot, and i start to rewind on all the moments we shared. the day we first met, and several days later, i found myself laying my head on your lap, even from there, i could sniff in the delightful scent you carried. i don't think it was perfume, considering how much i hate the smell of it. then when your skin touched my cheek, i felt a jolt. was it okay for me to feel this way? this incomprehensible feeling i have when i'm around you. i dread the day, aching for the class we share to come, i want to see you. weeks later, i find your arms wrapped around my neck and your body pressed against mine. but why weren't you smiling? i inhaled your scent once again, but it wasn't yours anymore, it was someone else's. and so i thought, 'ah, it is not i. it's not me nor shall it be me, you have sunk yourself to the lowest of another, i don't matter any more.' so, are you happy? i never got to ask. remember when i first told you i liked you? you told me you were happy. unfortunately, here i am, unable to tell you : i love you.
whenever i walk down the halls, my eyes land on you but my hands do not. when i stare down at my hand, i think about how you used to hold it, the way our fingers met between paths. the first time we held hands, it started from a pick up line.
❝ will you hold my hand? / why?
because i wouldn't want to lose you, now would i? ❞
because i wouldn't want to lose you, now would i? ❞