Think about you

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The more I sit and think about you,

The more I want you to stay. 

It’s scares me if we get together, 

But I can’t stop thinking about you everyday. 


I want to talk to you and tell you what’s going on in my life, 

I want to hear about your day all your worries and your strife.


I want to be the girl who makes everyday for you better. 

I thought if writing my thoughts down would make me like you less, 

But it just turned into a love letter. 


I know you liked me all these years,

You stayed my friend through all my heartbreaks and tears. 

I don’t know how you handle it, 

Because I am going crazy about how you wanted to quit. 


You’re one of my best friends and I know it’s scary that we could lose that relationship. 

But I’m going insane trying to figure out what would happen if just to that leap of faith and just went for it. 


I know I can get attached easily and I fall for someone fast. 

But the more I think about what we could be, the more I think that we would last. 

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