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he cannot love her closely, so he loves her far away.

he's memorized where she goes every day.  wherever she is, he's not far off.  he watches her from the corners, from the shadows, just out of sight.  he knows the way she dances; he knows the songs she hums when she thinks no one's listening; he knows the way her eyes light up when she looks at the things she loves.  he's fallen in love with the way she smiles; he's fallen in love with the way she moves; he's fallen in love with her.

sometimes she can feel his eyes and she looks around, wondering, but he's always out of reach.  he cannot let her see him.  to do so would ruin the thing they share, the thing she isn't aware of.  he knows he would mess it up if he loved her truly.  he always messes up.  it hurts him to hide, but he does it to keep her safe.  so he ducks away from the searching glance of her eyes--those beautiful eyes he loves.

she's in his dreams.  every night.  in his dreams he never messes up.  in his dreams, she loves him.

then he wakes up.

and he loves her from far away.  

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(idk, a thing i wrote just now)