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As I look up at the sky, I wonder if he’s looking up at the same moon, at the same stars, at the same galaxy as me.
I wonder if he’s smiling, or crying, or talking to himself. My heart races just a little as I think about him. How he would smile at me whenever we would pass by each other, how he would make sure that his girlfriend’s hair was tied up whenever she would throw up after chugging down three glasses of beers, and how he would unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt and run his hands through his hair after a long day of soccer.
The more I thought about him, the more I fell in love with him. It hurt me to not be able to touch him, to not be able to feel his skin on mine, but I knew that if I stayed like this too long, it would be too late.
I would lose him forever if I didn’t build up the courage and stormed towards him. I wanted to confess to him so bad, but seeing his pretty and popular girlfriend, I would always back down.
Her name was Stella and next to him, she looked perfect. They looked perfect.
What should I do?
Should I go and confess to him or…
Should I just swallow my love for him and move on as if I didn’t feel anything for him. As if I’m not allowed to fall in love with him.
I don’t know what to do…I wish there was someone who could help me out. Someone who would take away this heaviness that is resting on my heart like a hard rock.
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