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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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