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I don't know. I've just...never done it.
you know?

Sometimes I see people, I catch them looking at their significant other, their loved one, cherished one, better half. And there's this smile, this small, touched smile just playing casually on their lips, and they look so at ease, like the weight of their lives had been lifted off their shoulders for a moment. And they look so lucky, to just be in this same room, to be living this life with this one other person, so thankful for the moments they have.

And it's not like I haven't felt that.

But to look.
To look, and to know that you don't have to feel ashamed of it, because it's reciprocated, because this, all of this in your chest, and lungs, and eyes and heart, all of this doesn't need to stay quiet. Nothing needs to be stifled, and we don't have to stay just friends. I am allowed to feel this for you, the idea of us is not silly and impossible. And I am allowed to keep looking.

I've never been allowed.

It must be nice.
Is it?
It looks ..

nice.