Afraid to Love
Dear Andrew,
As I walk down the crowded halls, I feel your eyes burning into me.
But I turn my gaze away from yours so easily.
You say my name but I don’t say yours
I love you
Your life continues on while trying to meet my eyes.
And every day, I dread when you will finally give up.
When you finally realize that you will never truly know me and I will never know you.
And when that day comes, I will regret not meeting your eyes or saying your name
Because I was afraid to love you and now my time is gone.
So Long,
Lexi
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