I spend most of my days thinking about what might have been if I had been more confident. Probably not. I've got no real way of knowing. Perhaps I haven't found her yet. Perhaps I already have and I'm too dense or too scared to make anything of it. I'd like to stop watching the pot, but her eyes are intoxicating and contrary to how I present myself, I'm a fool for love.
I just wish I wasn't always a fool when she's around.
I think I need to just move on.
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