You know,
if the obsession passes,
on the one hand,
if I would like you only here, with me,
without wanting from you,
nothing more than your presence …
So you know,
I think I’m really fond of you.
And that’s why
I’m afraid that writing to you,
I might be wrong again.
I would like to do the right thing.
I really wish I was your friend,
like before.
I almost curse myself
for not telling you:
“Yes, I want to be your friend too,
spontaneously “.
What happened,
to us two?
This has never happened to me before,
but it is so.
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