This Is not Reality and honsetly I'll miss it,
You and I standing in the crowed spacious hallways, and
all I could say is Hi as we both try to act as if were not shy.
All that we have is hellos and goodbyes, and short memo's.
I try to act as if I do not care about your awkward stares or
how you run your fingers through your hair.
All that I know of you is from my brother, and at times
from my mother.
We share brief conversations as we both try to act as
if we did not feel the flush of butterflies kind of sensation
then we realize that this is not reality, and we are
sadly mistaken. I am just your bestfriends sister and you are just
my brothers bestfriend and this eye contact across
High school halls, and awkward flirts, and wondering when
did this all start. Hi and goodbye we cannot be lovers
just distant dreamers. Who belive that someday it'll just
be you, and I. Where we won't be shy to say Hi, and I like you.

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