At first it was just sneaky glances.
Then I made valiant moves. I let him walk me home.
I let him tease me. I let him flirt with me. And I flirted right back.
But the whole time, he wasn’t necessarily mine.
His ex wasn’t completely history… due to the fact that she was one of my friends.
Not just a “Hey how are you?” and-not-really-care-what-the-answer-was-friend.
I’ve known her since second grade.
But I couldn’t help myself. Not only did I find him attractive, he was sweet.
I liked him. It was as simple as that...
Except not so simple. You see, he had secrets.
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