Grace

And, so foulish of me, I thought that maybe you loved me.

I hope it's not me pretending. I kind of wish this isn't just a game. I long for the talking nights on my bed. I wish no more than simple and pure love. What's so much to ask for?

And, maybe I wasn't ready. Maybe the time not yet has come.

But I wait for the one to see my eyes and understand.

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