Like “that other person” who made me believe that we could be, you made yourself special to me. Like what happened to me with that person, I fell. Like what happened to me with that person in mind, I pray for you. Like what happened to me before, I hope. I hope for all good things.
Would I want things to repeat themselves again, only because I failed to believe that you only see me as a friend?
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