You will leave

One week from now you will leave.
It cust to admit it but I have a little crush on you... maybe not just "a little" but a big crush on you.
Every time I look at you I smile, and I can't get mad with you, even when you call me by the stupid nickname you made up for me I can get mad, maybe is because I have a crush on you that isn't really a crush but the felling himself.
I like you... more than is suppose to like, more than I want, more than is correct.
You say that you can't talk with me in public, that you aren't able to do it, in the beginning, I thought was because of you being shy but when I see you talk with others girls so casual I realize the problem was me. I ask you why but you don't want to tell me and a week ahead of leaving, you still don't want to say.

You will leave next week, probably I will never see you again. I say to my friend that your departure will be good because I will forget you and then my heart will not suffer like the last time but I don't want.
I want that you stay.
I want be your girlfriend.
I want to kiss you.
I want to hug you.
I want to comb your hair.
I want to see you whenever I want.
I want to be your closest friend.
I want to walk with you.
I want you by my side.
I want you.
Right now and next week and next month and next year.
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Okay maybe.
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Just maybe.
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I'm in love with you.
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Maybe I always have.
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And with absolute assurance I say.

I WILL GET HEARTBREAK AT THE END OF THE WEEK.

Because at the end of the week

You will leave