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The Secret Admirer

Time never favors the young.
Nor was I ever born with courage.
But memory is the only thing that holds true.
Could it have been,
that over seven years have passed,
since the day that the light of the heart,
had shone down upon you?

Over time I have watched you.
Through the school days I looked upon you.
Your actions and choices changed your exterior,
but your soul and personality were left untouched.
I see the girl of days before,
when I look inside you.
You are and will be forever special.

Why must I say it now?
Why save it 'til now?
For as time passes,
memories will be forgotten.
I know I will never forget you,
and I feel it is best to be known.
My feelings.

I know this might not change anything now,
and it may not change how you feel in the future.
Whether you like or dislike who I am,
I believe it is important to truly know what I felt.
Do not tell me what I need to hear.
Tell me what you need to say.
Ten years will go by and I will always be...

The Secret Admirer

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