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I do not want to puzzle you further; I truly adore you

You must have been hurt What words do I say? Can I embrace you? I hope, when you feel my warmth, you’ll feel home.

You don’t like your smile, but I like it. You don’t admire your body, but I do. You hate your flaws, but I fancy you as you. I treasure your feelings, ideas, heart, and even the silly things that sways on your lips I say, “If it’s from you, I would gladly listen to all of it.”

Whenever I am lost in space, I accidentally think of you wishing that somehow, you felt my warmth in the short time we were together.

When will be the time you’ll feel comfortable around me?... Again?

Let me study your craters Whether you are full or not, you are always beautiful.

There may be other moons, but no one is exactly like you. You may think when time passes, I get harder to reach, but my love for you grows stronger every day. What does it mean? The school stuff we did, I’d do it a thousand times if it’s you

I’m with, in a loop. I never expected it to be one of my core memories That eclipse was enchanting But, will I say I love you? Or I loved you?

I can’t help but overthink if only I could deceive my heart. “As the blazing sun, sure and true, here I come. ” A list of things I wanted to say, but heavy dark clouds blurred my vision, and suddenly, it started to rain.

The future is uncertain, although I am sure of what I feel in the present

My moon, can you blame me for choosing myself when you make me feel like I have everything, still, I can be poorly treated?

Can you blame me for being lonely as you low-key use others to make me feel jealous?

You are, and you were my faded system of meaning If I could claim one idea at this moment, whenever you hear or read the word “desire,” think of me.

Will I wholly fall out of love? Maybe. Maybe not. But if I do, you’ll be the first to know that I loved you. And, I will ask you to keep it from the world

Because, it is the only thing we could share in secret

I wonder if I ever made a wrong turn. Would things have been different if I ever responded to your words? Would they change if I ever admitted I really liked all the songs you told me to listen to? Would we have had a better bond if I accepted your offers and spent some time with you instead of walking away?

Would we really have been the ones together if I didn’t unknot the string you entangled our hands with, in the middle of the crowd? I still recall the moment you caught me off guard as you pulled me towards you so that we’d be the ones tied together instead of someone else. You refused to let go that time as you clasped your hand onto mine.

However, I knew everyone wanted you to be with someone else that day-someone who was not afraid to tell you how she feels; someone who’d never conceal anything from you So, I let go and once again walked away

Would we be seizing a different ground now if I ever did the other way? Would that string be really entangling our fate?

Because those raw words you whispered loudly to me with the sound of sincerity in your voice are still lingering around me now When you asked me to wait for you until the right time, I didn’t respond, but I eagerly wait for that moment to come. Now, it hurts a little whenever I hear your songs play on my playlist. I’m still stuck one step away from you—never close but never far.

You are now as far as the sun but as close as its rays that touch my skin the one I was never with but never without.