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Slowly, as he closed his eyes,
he made a confession to himself.
He realized his feelings,
how his heart beated for her.

He sent a thought in her direction,
hoping she would notice,
had a hope that she could feel it,
having no other wishes than to show her his love.

While he wet his lips,
he dreamt that she did instead,
knowing she wanted to,
kept looking forward for her to.

He put his hand between his knees,
feeling a bit sad because the hand was not hers,
but at the same time hiding a smile,
knowing that soon, the hand would be hers.

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