It's just a crush, she whispered
But that was years ago
It took her a while
It took her a really long while
To put a name to it
Call it what it really was
It gutted her
Pained her
But wouldn't leave her
She loved
But maybe it was too late
Too late for her
And too late for them
She couldn't say
No
She wouldn't say it
Not to her
Definitely not to him
Not to anyone
She missed him
But wouldn't say it
She could only hope he did too
But deep down,
She knew
It was only wishful thinking
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