It’s a common situation.  I’m no good for her but she’ll never know that cause she doesn’t know I exist.  And I suppose, for my sake, I should keep my distance.

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We met in high school on the first day of freshman year.  The only thing we had in common back then was that we were both late.  And because of that, we were given the wobbly table in the back to share.

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She was shy.  She was forgetful.  Always leaning over to glance at my book cause she brought the wrong one.  She’d never ask to share but I would willingly slide closer to her and hear her say, “thank you,” under her breath. 

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We sat next to each other the entire semester but I still say she doesn’t know I exist.  Never said my name once. 

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The others started talking to her and she moved away from me.  I could only look at her from across the room.  She changed seats, started wearing her hair up and getting everyone’s attention.  They saw what I saw and weren’t afraid to ask to be with her.

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Even though she was friendly with them, she always turned them down when it came to doing anything outside of school.  That made me happy. Only when she’s away from them and isolated do I have any sort of chance.  But I’ll never take it. 

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She could reject me.  I’m not strong enough to keep my memories of her from being corrupted.  I always want to see her as the girl I could have been with, not the girl that broke my heart.  To remain untainted, it must remain unrequited.