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I am a drop in his vast ocean, I should’ve seen this before.

All the times I wished he’d want me but left my lips bereft of his kiss. The ocean’s waves lapped up the remaining traces of his presence, traces I desperately hung on to. He was always aloof of my longing, of my gaping love for him. We met in year 10, two years ago, he used to bop down the school halls. I wondered if he would ever bop low enough to catch me. Until he made it clear that he was too busy to stoop.