He was just a friend, maybe more
She dreamt of daydreams coming true
He was ordinary, she was popular
She stole glances, he never had a clue
He sat in a corner all alone
The light played on his face, his brown eyes
Mesmerized she asked,
"How many times do we fall in love?"
As he walked by in the corridor
The breeze rustled his hair, so unreal
Her thoughts stopped while she asked,
"How many times do we fall in love?"
It was a deep pit hidden in plain sight,
No matter how many times she fell for him
She answered to herself,
"It's beautiful to love, I would fall for him again."
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