Trying to poke your nonexistent fat when you're leaving our friend's house.
Typing notes to you on your computer.
Helping you write notes on your computer.
Waiting for you to get online.
Constantly thinking about you.
Wishing I can lie under the stars with you.
Hoping that someday somehow, I will be able to muster up the courage and tell you how I feel.
Maybe I'm a little too late for all of this...
Maybe I'm in way too deep. Maybe I'm also in denial.
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