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Heart fluttering ridiculously fast.

Immense heat; untold fears.

The way you look to me for a reassuring look. Because I can promise you that we will be okay.

I may not be with you. And I may end up with a broken heart.

But you are not going to leave me because of the things I will, nor will not do.

Make that obvious. Tell me what you need, I will be the first to bring it.

And best friends until the day I can’t bear to see your sullen face.

Because I love you.

A love I can’t tell you of. Not to your face. You’ve never known.

You never will.

A journal from what seems like forever ago; when really it was just a year. The poems she wrote for him. So sad, so in love. Don't deny that she still loves him. But this time there's someone else. A saviour, if you will. Because a girl who is so young... Only Fifteen this last summer...

Needs someone to rely on.

To cuddle into on her sofa.

That she can bring home without her parents questioning the trust they formerly placed her with.

And so, so much more.

But there is never one like this. No hoodies shared. No kisses snuck during the break before lunch; feeling as though it will be ages before you are down the hall and sitting next to each other, holding hands under the table; Oh so obviously, might i add.

And even as she rewrites this, over and over. Feeling a heart ripped out, because of what she cannot have. And what hurts so bad is that he is so close; right outside of her reach...

Description
Heart fluttering ridiculously fast.

Immense heat; untold fears.

The way you look to me for a reassuring look. Because I can promise you that we will be okay.

I may not be with you. And I may end up with a broken heart.

But you are not going to leave me because of the things I will, nor will not do.

Make that obvious. Tell me what you need, I will be the first to bring it.

And best friends until the day I can’t bear to see your sullen face.

Because I love you.

A love I can’t tell you of. Not to your face. You’ve never known.

You never will.

A journal from what seems like forever ago; when really it was just a year. The poems she wrote for him. So sad, so in love. Don't deny that she still loves him. But this time there's someone else. A saviour, if you will. Because a girl who is so young... Only Fifteen this last summer...

Needs someone to rely on.

To cuddle into on her sofa.

That she can bring home without her parents questioning the trust they formerly placed her with.

And so, so much more.

But there is never one like this. No hoodies shared. No kisses snuck during the break before lunch; feeling as though it will be ages before you are down the hall and sitting next to each other, holding hands under the table; Oh so obviously, might i add.

And even as she rewrites this, over and over. Feeling a heart ripped out, because of what she cannot have. And what hurts so bad is that he is so close; right outside of her reach...