I remember the times when I saw you in the sheets of my blanket
And felt your warm breath against my neck as I looked at lakes.
Those were the times when your green eyes shined like sunbeams
And your lips tasted like taffy.
Those were the times where you presented yourself to me in a way that was malleable.
I wanted to hold your body and I wanted to feel our faces pressed together and I wanted
To run my hands through your hair, because I thought those affections would be returned.
It was a tricky situation, those times. I will love you as a friend. For all those times the wind made my eyes teary, I knew you thought otherwise. You presented yourself idealistically,
Not realistically. You aren't mine for the keeping. You were never mine.
I hope the dreams come to you in whispers and shout like the wind in your beautiful ears,
"You won't realize what you could've had, until she loves another."
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