I pretend and tell the world that it is your symmetrical features that fascinate me. I'm lying.
Yes, you're beautiful. That is a fact.
But it's your heart, so carefully hidden just under your sleeve, that I'm obsessed with.
You're so kind.
You're so loving.
You're so aware of the space you occupy in the world but you equally allow space for others.
I've never seen that before.
Arms moving, your heart flashes at me.
I see it in fits and starts. You, always pulling your sleeve down to try to hide it. Never quite able.
Hoping to protect it by hiding it.
But I see it.
I see you.
However, because you matter to me, I pretend I don't.
I'll wait.
until you're ready
to
show me on your own
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