I never thought of you
in any real way
You’ve always been an acquaintance,
someone I knew a lot about
but didn’t think I could care too much about
—at least not romantically
I never thought we’d hold hands
I never imagined sleeping in your bed,
your head against my back
and arms embracing me
Yet, here I am
Saturday night
and it's scary to think where things will go from here.
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