I imagine
that by some
miraculous mistake
somehow
we would kiss.
And we would both mean
it.
We could both be taken
aback by our actions.
Blushing and stuttering.
But somewhere my
mind holds out,
wants that.
Wants to know
how you kiss.
Wants to know
what you think.
Wants to know
why I care.
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