

Lack of LoveAt the end of the couch, opposite of her. I try not to look at her, keeping my eyes locked on the television screen. She pokes at me with her foot, I look over and smile. But a smile does not express the emotion I am feeling right now. I feel deeply disturbed. For the past years I have secretly, or not so secretly, been in love, if you will, with this girl. Does she know exactly how I feel? Does she feel the same? Or is she toying with me, too nice to let me down. How long must I go along with this, until I have the satisfaction of knowing the truth. She says she isn't ready to be more than friends, and I say I am fine with that. Am I though?Lack of Love
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