Notes in hand, I close my eyes and imagine us.
I keep thinking of the words to tell you I am already falling in love with you, or if I should tell it at all. I'm afraid you won't feel the same way too. I'm afraid you've already lost what you've been feeling for me before. Should I set your small spark of a feeling ablaze?
Is it worth the risk? Is it worth my pride?
All I can do now is picture myself spending my lifetime with you. And I want to dwell with the idea that you might be thinking of the same thing too...
This fantasy has got to stop. I need to tell you.
Counting the days until I see you again, I have to clear up my mind and ask myself if what I'm feeling now is already enough to match the thing called love.
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Luminesshence
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