I prefer not to know you, actually.
While you sit on the bench across from me, with your pack you are either coming or going.
And while i'm certain you lead a life of adventure, and that you might love me violently and desperately, and our fingers might be meant to intertwine, and the legacy of our love was meant for the eternal, I will remain here in silence.
Because you probably actually suck, And I prefer to dream alone.
So I will not look too long at your face, for fear you will in return look up.
And i will be thrown backward in immense velocity from the force of your glance.
And, well, we can't have any of that.
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