A Deal
On my busiest days, I think of you.
Trust, there is nothing I would rather do,
Than just sit all day in a thoughtless daze
Imagining you returning my gaze.
At times, I hope we never grow apart.
Silly, as we have yet to even start.
If and when we do, let us make a deal:
May none of our feelings become unreal.
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