You didn't visit as much as you use to.
But we still texted once in a while.
You didn't seem to eager to talk to me.
Yet you still put in effort.
That was enough for me.
But deep down I knew.
I wasn't enough for you.
I couldn't give you what you needed.
What you would have with a normal girlfriend.
Like the girl you were with a few months ago.
I started doubting myself.
I wouldn't consider myself not normal.
We just couldn't be like those couples.
With the hand holding and kissing.
Maybe even more.
But I couldn't provide that.
Yet you still stuck around.
Even if it was less and less everyday.
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12 Months
Short Story12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
