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Maybe

Maybe

You are the only man
who made me believe,
made me feel free
Because I understand you,
and you understand me
We complete each other
I even wonder
why we are still just friends

We are the same,
alike in every way
It’s hard to think of anything I love
without finding traces of you in it
You are everywhere—
in my heart, my mind, maybe even my body
(Okay, I sound dramatic.)

I swear, it hurts—
it hurts so much
And I am afraid
Will I ever find
a piece of myself like you again?

I have let you go before,
but I hope this time, we are braver.
Make me yours!

I always told them:
"I would never let a man interfere
with my journey of growing up"

But deep down, I know—
if that man is you,
everything will be fine
Maybe even better





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