Her.
I saw her today.
Just like yesterday, I waved and smiled.
But nothing came from it.
I knew deep down that I didn't want her away from me,
I knew I had to do more than the usual.
I had to get her.
I would go into a trance.
Utter a few words.
Get very moist hands.
All because of her.
She sent me through these changes.
I was so scared, never felt this way before...
Was this dangerous?
I saw her today.
Just like yesterday I waved and smiled.
..something came from it.
I bought the courage from my pride.
To pull her aside and finally talk to her.
It was bittersweet.
Though she told me that we could never meet
She was after him just as I was after her.
The difference being that what they had..
Was something that was more likely to occur..
Being that I'm "her" as well.
I should have known better.
Than to go after a heterosexual female.
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