Love

Love

I love you. I love you more because it’s a secret. It’s not supposed to happen. When I look at you and others are around us, I act like I am not interested. You’re nothing to me, I want to tell them. But inside I’m jealous. I see you with her and I want you all to myself. My eyes follow you and that woman. I run to the window and watch you leave together. I smile such a phony smile as I wave to you. Later I stand close to you when no one’s looking.

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