There was something about me that was just not good enough- yet I didn't stop attracting silent admirers. I was not one to bring home, only one to think about. What happened between us was not to be shared. It was to be left where it was and forgotten on our lips.
Someday, I thought... you'd see me and I'd be my best self. I'd say everything right and sing every note perfect. Every dance would be a sight for the masses- you'd witness it all and discover I was more than you knew, I was actually a prize.
But no, it didn't go further. My aspirations were not yours. What I wanted so badly back then, I wish I could erase from my history. The little we were is a stain in my mind. Like Garth, I also thank God for unanswered prayers.
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