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I have never allowed myself to cling to anyone before, but with you, I tried once; you earned a grip of my soul for six months of having my poetry answered by your own poetry... but my unscathed soul was sore by your daggers as I saw you come back to someone else. That was the rejection that froze me, the reason why I am as cold as what I have become now, the reason why I have nullified every possibility of ending up with you. Here, now, cynical... Now, I am seeing you realizing where you really want to belong to and where you don't. You come back to me I have never allowed myself to cling to anyone before, but with you, I tried once; you earned a grip of my soul for six months of having my poetry answered by your own poetry... but my unscathed soul was sore by your daggers as I saw you come back to someone else. That was the rejection that froze me, the reason why I am as cold as what I have become now, the reason why I have nullified every possibility of ending up with you. Here, now, cynical... Now, I am seeing you again, realizing where you really want to belong to and where you don't. You come back to me, and I allow our platonic connection to grow... again. You become me; you become my calm, but as I feel the scars that the daggers have left, about an hour ago I have never allowed myself to have a connection with anyone before, but with you, I secretly tried once; you earned a grip of my soul for six months of having my poetry indirectly answered by your own poetry. We became close by heart as we realized we aspire the same things, have the same principles, and battled the same struggles (we don’t give each other direct motive as what typical people might expect, it’s merely our natural mental connection)... but my unscathed soul was sore by your daggers as I was seeing you come back to someone else. That was the rejection that froze me, the reason why I am as cold as what I have become now, the reason why I have nullified every possibility of ending up with you. Here, now, cynical. Now, I am seeing you again, realizing where you really want to belong to and where you don't. You come back to me, and I allow our platonic connection to grow... again. We have this connection I cannot deny. We speak about almost everything. However, we speak as if this connection doesn’t exist, as if we don’t see our possibility. I understand though; there’s no way back when things get bad if we try to sacrifice something which is already too good. You become me; you become my calm, but as I feel the scars that the daggers have left, I have decided several times to just stay away. I did, but you are too good to find ways, so here we are, almost becoming each other’s thing. Hangouts with my sister, dinner with my family, alone time together at different restaurants, going to the gym, playing basketball during vacant hours at the university’s court, going to nigh-outs with our older friends, speaking and despising the same things, reading the same books, playing musical instruments and covering songs, unplanned sleepovers because my mom always tell you it’s too late to come home—you become my day, my night, my weekdays, my weekends, my holidays, my days of stay in the hospital. You’re just always there... Hell, I suppose to talk about the negative things, but now I seem like ending up telling about how well you’ve been to me, to every person I love, but yeah, that’s the truth; you’ve been about almost every good in me. I’ve never known anyone else who could be this close to me but could still share with me a connection as pure as what we have. I think this is what it is for now. We’ll just someday discover what more we could be...together.

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