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For the assurance to go forward, I just needed a sign.

One push and I would've given myself to you. One look, one word, one action, and I would've told you, I would've confessed.

Nothing of the sort ever happened.

I was content, I swear I was. Those days, those nights when you came in to visit me never lost their specialty, they never dulled.

But I wanted to be more than your friend. I wanted to be more than the worker who snuck you sandwiches even when you insisted on paying.

I was your best friend, at least that's what you told me throughout those months, and we supported each other, motivated each other.

I was content, but there was always a part of me that wanted more.