I spend so much of these days reaching out to fix.

       Dreading when you walk across the room, unable to stop hoping you will look at me but knowing you won't.

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I am lying in the grass, dreaming of a moment where you meet me here to make things better, and move forward together.

       It reminds me of days on the grass as school, thinking it would be so nice if my crush came and sat down with me here and we could talk and watch the clouds together. But I knew it was silly.

       I didn't realize this fantasy would be so silly forever.