You look at me,
and I find the courage to stare back at you.
Anticipation building,
years and years of moments left unsaid.
Moments where I was waiting,
waiting to find your face in some crowd,
waiting to see your name light up my screen.
A million things I wanted to whisper,
to you in the middle of the night.
A million moments where I reached
to touch your fingertips,
and you were gone.
A million days spent watching you,
running across my mind.
A million nights spent with my pen
across paper,
trying to write you right back into my life.
And now, here you are,
a million wishes later.
And now, tell me,
what do I have to wish on to make you stay,
one last time.
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