special friend
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i look back on the times
when i first told you
that i had, and still have
feelings for you
i was so goddamn happy when you said that
you liked me too, and i think you still do
i still remember
the feeling of your hand
holding onto mine
our fingers intertwined
i miss our silliness
as we tickled each other and laughed together
or when you put you arm around me
you did nothing wrong, you’re a good person
but you’re hurt, and i figured that out by myself
i know you’re afraid to open up
i know you’re afraid to let down your walls
and let someone in
