I remember you were sitting next to me.Your skin darker than mine.Your eyes were twinkling.Your smile made the world looks brighter.And I was way over my head.
Your left leg bounced up and down, closing the distance between us.I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep the smile from being too wide.
Everyone saw how obvious I was.
And you probably did too.
But I don’t mind.
Let them see.
I won’t even mind if you noticed how my behavior changed when you’re in sight.
I really won’t.
I’m content.Proud.That I can have feelings for another.
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