Blinded

 

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I know you.

I know the way you walk, the way your face lights up when someone makes a joke, and I know the way you react to certain situations.

I know you hide if you feel pain, you distance yourself if you’re upset and you never break a hug first.

I love you.

I love how your eyes speak for themselves, I love how you go through your hair if you think it's messy and I love how your fingers tap your leg when you’re inpatient.

I see you.

I see you living your live, I see you with your friends or on your way home.

It’s not like I’m stalking you, I just want to be close to you.

Close with hope.

In hope that someday you will notice me, notice the spark in my eyes, notice the knowledge and notice the love for you.

But there is one problem.

You don’t know me.