I convinced myself that I liked you out
of boredom, or loneliness. Why I did,
I have no idea, and I doubt
I’ll ever figure it out. And amid
my confusing thoughts lies the truth: you are
wonderfully interesting. That’s why
it is difficult to watch from afar.
Yet I prefer this closeness you nor I
fully understand. We have a simple
way of being around each other. No
guy has ever been like this. A dimple
matching mine in mischief. And I know
that something this awesome must be rare;
confused and happy I just sit and stare.
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