We made eye contact.
And it was a gentle brush.
As if we were merely acquaintances.
As if my feelings had gone unsaid.
And I know the awkwardness is just me.
Because to feel awkward,
You would have had to care.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
We made eye contact.
And it was a gentle brush.
As if we were merely acquaintances.
As if my feelings had gone unsaid.
And I know the awkwardness is just me.
Because to feel awkward,
You would have had to care.
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