Just the thought of you made me press my lips together, afraid to reveal my admiration in front of the world. No one would understand me anyway so why would I bother trying to explain?

Your silence made me want to ask questions. I just saw how your eyes told so many stories only few would know. I wondered who, and why them. What was it that no one could know but them?

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Every single time, however, when our eyes met, your gaze changed. I felt your hate, the hate I barely read when you stared away. Not knowing what to think, I ignored it, enjoying my life, not caring about you. Only to know, you were to scared to share your love with me.