Crush
I feel love when I think of you.
When I think of love, I feel you.
Your gaze is comfortable, but I couldn't bear meeting it.
You make me believe I can find home in a stranger.
You do everything that I mean for you to do.
You are everything I meant you to be.
Thoughts of you make my other ones fade away.
I don't care what I look like to anyone else but you.
I smile at myself.
I smile at those small moments.
One-sided stories of us are filed into my memory.
I soak in the fleeting air of possibility that fills these dreams.
You exist as my one and only.
But to you, I don't exist.
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