He started singing when he saw me. As I walked farther away from him, his voice became louder and I felt my cheeks burn. I knew he was singing for me because I see the way he looks at me every day.
Am I the same when I like someone so bad? The answer is yes - I don't even have to ask. The pieces I write are like that man's voice - they get longer and stronger while the person I like becomes more distant. I and that man, we are not showing off skills (skills that we both do not have), we are merely begging for attention.
Begged for attention.
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