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  • I fell hard over you.

    It's not your fault.

    All you did was stand there

    and look beautiful

    while I looked like an idiot.

    And I don't know

    I don't know what to do.

    It stings less in real life

    than they make it seem like it will.

    And I know this too shall pass

    But I don't know if I want it to.

    I'm not saying

    it didn't hurt when I fell.

    I'm just saying

    that it will be nice to look at the scars one day

    And remember that I brushed it off and kept going.

    That I said to myself:

    "At least I tried."

    You did what I would have done. I can't blame you for how you feel.

    And it isn't fair to hate you for it.

    So all I can do is forgive.

    Forgive, but never, ever forget.

    Forget the way I felt.

    Forget how beautiful you are.

    Forget that every day I thought about you before everything that I did.

    Forget the look in your eyes and the expression on your face when you said you thought of me as "a really good friend."

    Forget the way you made me smile.

    Forget you.

    I feel that my heart should be broken.

    But it doesn't feel broken.

    I missed, but at least I aimed high.

    One day, I hope you think of me.

    I hope you don't regret what you did.

    You acted on your feelings

    And it would be unfair to ask for anything else.

    I just want you to remember me.

    Maybe give me a call.

    I'll be waiting on the other end.

    I'll be willing to talk.

    Talk about the time I fell.

    How I picked myself up and brushed myself off–

    But I fell.

    It makes a good story.

    Everything that hurts makes a good story.

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