You Love Me?
You're not like all the other ones,
you know me best. I'm sure.
Every moment I spend with you,
I want you even more.
Whenever we talk,
you somehow make me smile.
All our long walks,
we end up walking a mile.
Love is "serious," they all say,
and they think that will make me want to run away?
You liked me in 9th grade,
I wonder if your feelings went away.
I think about you all the time.
I just want the ability to call you mine.
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