I cant stop it from happening.
Seconds longer thanjust friendswould touch.
I still think about the way your voice sounded when you said my name.
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The way it rose higher when you teased me.
The way it dropped lower when you got serious with me.
I still think about how attractive you were.
How alive your eyes looked when you glanced up at me.
How delicious your mouth looked when you smirked at me.
How good your arms looked, how good your chest looked, how good your tattoos looked.
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I still think about the way my heartbeat would triple when you winked at me from across the room.
The way my thoughts would hummingbird whenever you started a conversation with me.
How I would sneakily check mirrors and phone cameras to verify I looked decent whenever I was around you.
I still think about the times when you complimented me.
The times when you texted me.
I still think about how much I liked every part of you, even the annoying bits and pieces.
Even when you were hyperactive and energetic.
Even when you were quiet and closed off.
I still think about how we danced around our feelings.
How there could be a volcano ofsexual tensionspilling between us but we would never acknowledge it aloud.
We would dodge instead.
We would make jokes instead.
We would act like we couldnt care less instead.
I still think about how stupid we were.
How we settled for flirting on and off instead of creating something real.
How we let other things get in the way.
I still think about what we almost were.
I still wonder about thewhat ifs.
I still think about how much I cared and how those feelings havent completed gone away.
