In your head,
It was just a night.
But a night, is a night, is a night,
Until you make it more.
The sound of your laugh,
Is just a sound,
Until it becomes music to my ears.
Your touch,
Is nothing more than a touch,
Until I want it to mean more.
And none of this,
Will ever actually mean anything,
Because that's the definition of unrequited.
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