If she reached into her chest and hacked her heart out, that still wouldn't be enough.
You would still be careless, unsure, unaware.
Yet she talks about you like you put the stars in the sky because for that brief moment, for her, you did.
But now the best you could ever hope to be is now just a bitter sweet memory.
She will tiptoe into the friendzone.
Hanging, clinging, secretly fighting.
Until the feeling disappears and you become just another guy.
Imagine being told you're just not that important.
You just don't want to spend of every hour of every day with her because she's just not right.
When for her, you start the butterfly riot in her stomach.
She would cross oceans for you, yet you wouldn't even drive two hours to be with her.
She looked into his eyes and felt the tingle. That feeling. It locked on and gnawed away at her.
What will she do now?
You are the fox and she is just the rabbit.
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