He's all the pauses: the almost, the in-between, the what-if; he's a regret, leaning in so close but still too far to be reached out just yet.
Will he get scared if he knows about my longing to touch? About the admiration, about how much?
He's lack of love, I'm out of luck, our words are overdue, and sometimes saying goodbye is way easier than to say "Me too."
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