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You have no idea how hard I've worked to catch your eye. It took me a whole year to get up the courage to tell you that I love you. And you shot me down. But in a kind, lovely way. Cause you are kindness itself. You even hugged me after telling me my feelings weren't answered. I remember getting over you after two seconds. Or at least I thought so. Then Christmas was over and I saw you at school again. And fell for you again. Hard. But this time you can't even begin to imagine the pain I'm going through. Angst every day. Hurt. Pain. Unrequited love. It kills me. Eats me up. You try to befriend me, when I try to avoid you in the hopes that it'll hurt less. Which it does. When Vanessa told me that you were applying for the same secondary school as I, my heart skipped a beat. I looked forward to never have to see you again and lose my pain. And now I had to deal with you for three mire years. I know, I love you. I cry over you every night. You're in my mind, you're in my heart. But I can't take this. I can't stand seeing you everyday. I can't stand it. It breaks my heart. I can't go to the same school as you again. Can't experience all the pain all over again next semester. Thank God for dance. Without ballet I think I would have been a hollow ghost by now. But when I dance I forget you. And everything else. I wish it could always be that easy. I wish I could forget you like I forget my homework. But it doesn't work that way? Does it? |
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Love, 
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