In another life, in another world, in another everything, I would’ve said something by now, about how I feel for you. Perhaps right about this time. Because I do feel something for you. I do. I really do. But I can’t. And whether or not there’s anything reciprocal here, which is unlikely, you know I can’t. So I’ll shut up and move along, as I should. If only I could just tell you what a beautiful person I think you are. I might. Perhaps. One day.
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