Stealing is what pirates do
Preface: Okay, so I’m a little bit stealing here. Not "stealing" per se, but using a work without permission (I still think that infinite things cannot be stolen). This is from the "Comments and Testimonials" of a big character in this book I call "life". And as much as I hate it, this is from a different person meant to be read by the former person. I just reaped it off because it fits. Why didn’t I ask the latter person for credit, then? Because I’d rather infringe than … (censored). Plus, I’m hesitant if the latter did really create this or if this is the work of another (’coz I’m familiar with this thing’s last words).
Every once in a while when we’re sitting in silence,
I’ll just watch you doing whatever it is you’re doing.
I try to look at you as long as I can,
and I’m praying you don’t look up and catch me.
when I look at you, my mind goes blank.
the only thing that goes through my head is the picture of your wonderful face.
sometimes when you’re talking to me,
I don’t hear what you’re saying because I get lost in your eyes.
I have to force myself to pay attention.
It’s hard, but I manage.
Sometimes it makes me sad to watch you.
Only because I sometimes feel that I’ll never be able to have you,
hold you,
or take care of you.
Not even for a little while.
But I try not to remind myself of that.
It only makes things worse.
But that’s life,
you know how that goes.
So for now, I’m just going to keep on watching…
Longing for you through worlds… worlds…
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