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It's unfair, having to meet him once a week, with an hour looking, and a minute of the two of us staring. Just that. Slowly, I'm being as selfish as I am, always wishing, always wanting more instead of getting what I can have. Stop being disappointed, I tell myself, because I might not have him for the next. I can't even stare at you, straight in the eye, for more than two seconds, and then I'm that much of a hypocrite, always demanding when I'm always running. What are you? Who are you to make me feel so confused and torn? I don't even know you. You're nameless.
But you're everything.
You're just as curious as I am, now that we share the longest gazes and unsaid words. Give me a smile, just so I can assure myself that there's something worth waiting for, just for the both of us. Let me just spare a wish and say, "I wish there was something more."