Five, an idea sparks in my mind, exploding amongst everything else. My lips part in search of yours. Four, I want you to want this but you don't. I'm still hopeful. My eyes are wide as I search yours. Three seconds, it's all I've asked for. I'm always asking too much. Two, I'm a fool for thinking you want it too. One, my heart is broken. Killed by the idea of you.
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