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i like that he makes me happy, even when he's making me sad i like that i'm able to sit with him, to talk with him, to laugh with him, even though his heart is tied to someone else's i like when he smiles at me, and i like when he doesn't i like when he turns his head at the sound of my quiet laughter, and acknowledges it with his own i like when he laughs, and that it always reaches my ears from across the room i like that he knows me, knows i exist, and calls me his friend i like when he says my name, or says hello, or says goodbye i like that he doesn't know how i feel, and that he never will i like that in a number of months, we'll be going our separate ways, and that i won't have to see him with her anymore i like that eventually, i'll move on and find someone else, and someday he won't matter to me so much i like that one day i'll know someone who'll like it when i smile, when i laugh, when i turn my head at the sound of his voice i like that one day i'll know someone who'll like when i say their name, or say hello, or say goodbye i like that one day i'll know someone who'll like that i know they exist, and that one day, i'll like knowing that they exist i like that one day he'll simply be the face next to mine in the yearbook, nothing more than a memory and i like that maybe, just maybe, one day it won't hurt as much
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
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i like that he makes me happy, even when he's making me sad i like that i'm able to sit with him, to talk with him, to laugh with him, even though his heart is tied to someone else's i like when he smiles at me, and i like when he doesn't i like when he turns his head at the sound of my quiet laughter, and acknowledges it with his own i like when he laughs, and that it always reaches my ears from across the room i like that he knows me, knows i exist, and calls me his friend i like when he says my name, or says hello, or says goodbye i like that he doesn't know how i feel, and that he never will i like that in a number of months, we'll be going our separate ways, and that i won't have to see him with her anymore i like that eventually, i'll move on and find someone else, and someday he won't matter to me so much i like that one day i'll know someone who'll like it when i smile, when i laugh, when i turn my head at the sound of his voice i like that one day i'll know someone who'll like when i say their name, or say hello, or say goodbye i like that one day i'll know someone who'll like that i know they exist, and that one day, i'll like knowing that they exist i like that one day he'll simply be the face next to mine in the yearbook, nothing more than a memory and i like that maybe, just maybe, one day it won't hurt as much
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willa-ivy
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
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