In another world,
I wonder what we
could've been.
In another world,
would we still
be together?
Like a broken plate,
what happened can never
go back to the way
it was before.
It happened to us.
You broke the plate,
and ever since then
things have never
been the same.
Though, our spark
is still there.
That undescribable
chemistry
that confuses me
constantly.
When I'm with you,
time flies.
I feel things
I don't normally feel.
It's weird,
but I can't help
feel nostalgic.
I care about you
so much.
I love you.
Maybe not
in that romantic,
mushy way.
But I do,
and I know
you feel the same, too.
But you're oblivious,
of course.
You give me signs,
and then you don't.
You're confusing;
you're unpredictable.
For days,
it annoys me.
It bugs me.
I spend all night
just thinking
about you.
I hate it,
but I love you.
I could never
hate you.
I could never
be annoyed
at you,
just my
feelings.
I swear to you,
one day,
when the time
is right,
I'll tell you.
But I don't want
to ruin anything.
I still want to be
your friend.
So I'll wait,
patiently.
In another world,
I wonder what we
could've been?
-A♡
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A/N - I wrote this ages ago, but for some frustrating reason I still feel the same. Ugh, feelings, right? I hate feelings sometimes, but it's nice nonetheless. Liking someone; loving someone. The feelings are worth it, right?
