If I told you I liked you? If I hinted it at you, if I sent you a cute little text every so often, and then you told me I was beautiful. Would it be fantasy? A dream that has to end at every morning when I'm awoken?
No. Because sometimes, reality is better than my happiest dreams. You'd invite me for coffee. We'd sit and awkwardly try to have a conversation that seems to have little fumbles. We'd smile at each other and the silence would just be comforting. Then you'd say, "Hey, wanna go to Prom with me?" And I'd smile back and say, "I'd love to." Because this is what happens when you give your heart away. And sometimes, sometimes it's not so bad. Sometimes you find someone who won't take your pretty little heart and rip it up into pieces and throw them into the air. Sometimes, you find people who care about you and would do anything for you, just to see you smile.
And sometimes, you fall for those people.
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