Fuck it.I'll see you when you're older, when we're older.
I want to go back and tell you that I'm sorry.
For kissing you back, for holding your hand. For wanting you so badly.
I still want to kiss you though, and let you blow raspberries on my cheeks and make me laugh, I still want to play games with you. And pretend that she doesn't exist.
But God... she does.
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