He said he was hurt because he feels like I'm not opening up to him come on dude
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He said he was hurt because he feels like I'm not opening up to him come on dude
You don't see her when she talks to you. She blames it on her laptop fucking shit up, and you ought to believe here for she would not lie about such a thing anymore.
This is why you can't see the way her eyes light up when she talks to you - types with or at you, if we are to be specific - and you especially don't get to see the smile that illuminates her face, her very being even. That same smile is on her face as she talks with you about anything - about you, about herself, about her days that are not really interesting but you tell her it's the most fascinating account you have heard that day.
You sigh to yourself - you wish you could be with her.
And you don't know that when she thinks about you, the conversations with you, she feels the dull ache, the longing to see your face and maybe hug you and thank you for all the times you have spent with her even before the first meeting.
You don't know, but you kind of do -- you're the same when it comes to that.
And one day, the distance between will disappear.
It has to.