I did it again. I let myself feel more, be open to the idea of more, only to have my feelings promptly crushed. I thought we were dancing, but I was the only one. Spinning and twirling in circles until I was so dizzy, I fell to the ground.
Your constant flirtations filled my head with images and hope. But then you made sure I knew that it was nothing more than a tease, something I should never think on permanently.
Why did I let myself hope and think it was more than just pretend?
Am I really nothing more than a doll to you? Am I really even your friend?
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