they always tell me, "maybe you're too sensitive.".
but my guesses always turned out to be right.
last day of school, and i'm not missing anything, anyone.
they are my friends.
yet this surge of jealousy still rises in me each time they talk to you.
maybe because i know they can talk to you and i can't.
or, i know you will talk to them and not me.
10 centimetres or more but i still missed you.
i have to accept that fate isn't an everyday thing.
or it hasn't even occurred to me before.
the next time, i will take note of everyone on a bike.
but my guesses always turned out to be right.
last day of school, and i'm not missing anything, anyone.
they are my friends.
yet this surge of jealousy still rises in me each time they talk to you.
maybe because i know they can talk to you and i can't.
or, i know you will talk to them and not me.
10 centimetres or more but i still missed you.
i have to accept that fate isn't an everyday thing.
or it hasn't even occurred to me before.
the next time, i will take note of everyone on a bike.
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