..the two will never coexist. There can only be one, and neither can live while the other is present.. at least not with this. Maybe I'm making too big a deal about all this.. that would be the optimist speaking, the usual me. Forever the hopeful, always happy with the grass on his side of the fence, secretly hoping it'd get a bit greener.
If you want to stop me letting go, make a move. This is me saying this here and now.
If you don't even have feelings for me, congratulations. I'm the fool.
If, and maybe if, I can hold out this hopeless optimism for a bit longer, it'd prove worthwhile. What do you think?
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