Do you remember those nights when I held you to sleep? I really couldn't. Sleep I mean. It was perhaps the happiest moment I've felt in a long while. And I think of it a lot, those nights. I think of the times you told me that you would consider me in the future if you weren't already attached. I think of the time you asked me "isn't that me?" When I said I was gonna look for my girlfriend and meant someone else. I've never actually held your hand, but there were seconds that flash in my head that it seems like I did. I miss those hands. Actually I don't really remember it now, it's all fuzzy. But I still do think about it every now and again. I think a lot when I'm reading, not only about the story, but about the reason I started. I don't know why but reading reminds me of you. And I don't know why but reading makes me miss you a lot. It makes me worry about you, and how you're always sad. I've been angry because of you, but I don't have a right to so I just keep quiet about it mostly. I say I hate you but mostly it's probably because I actually kinda love you. I don't know what I feel about you, I did love you. Now I'm not so sure, I've tried so long telling myself I couldn't and shouldn't, that I can't tell anymore. And the worst part of it all is that I don't have the courage to tell you that I love you and you're beautiful to me.
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