One-sided.

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Was It One-Sided?

Your eyes—so beautiful—remind me of a song.  

I remember… you caught me looking, lingering far too long.  

Almost shameless, yet daring, in the way I stared—  

Looking at you, never once looking away, though my gaze was carefully spared.  

You wore a confused expression in my peripheral view,  

As I lost myself in pupils dark, intense—unblinking, true.  

Long lashes framed the mystery in your eyes—  

Confusion, yes… but also intrigue, quiet as sunrise.  

And I liked what your gaze seemed gently implying—  

A spark, a silent flame from ashes, slowly igniting.  

It turned hot quickly—sweat and chills ran through me,  

Neither of us breaking the moment; it was just you… and me.  

But then—perhaps it was you—  

Who broke the spell, and turned away too soon.  

Only to find me still staring, deeply, foolishly…  

Was it one-sided?  

We were so distant then—and I, so embarrassingly shy.  

You must have been confused, maybe even blushing inside.  

There were glances we shared after that silent connection,  

But they never quite echoed that first spark’s reflection.  

Then came the truth I dared not approach—  

You had a girlfriend… and I retreated, swallowed by reproach.  

Oh, God only knows how jealous, how betrayed I felt,  

Though I had no claim—only the cards I never dealt.  

And still… it was futile. 

Because it was one-sided.  

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