I am forced to suppress the love I feel inside. He is the epitome of perfection, a prized possession. I have loved him from the first moment I laid eyes on him. I love everything about him from every hair follicle to the skins cells on the bottom of his feet.
I walk around pretending that I am looking for "Mr. Right", when I know that title belongs to him. My status is "single" when I know my heart belongs to him.
I wonder if he knows...
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