I really do.
It aches to see that I'm a joke to you.
A sister. A best friend.
I want to be more.
But you would never think of me as a choice.
You think of her as an option.
But why not me?
Does the ideas of me existing hurt you?
Or are you in love with me already?
Acting as if you don't.
Every day you smile at me.
To you it's a friendly gesture.
To me it means so much more.
When will you see?
I'll always be here for you.
I'll catch you every time you fall.
But when will you catch me?
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