it almost makes me cry.
every time i see you
a photo of you
a memory of you
a flashback of you
a dream of you
that's all it takes
and i get butterflies
and i feel sick because of it
and every time i talk to you there's
this sense of hopelessness
you seem so comfortable with
just being friends
i'm worried
that you'll never want to be anything more
ever again
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