I wrote a book about you.
You won't know it's about you unless you read it. And even then I'm not sure you'll believe it. That's how you are. That's part of why I wrote it.
I noticed everything. More than I should have. More than you ever asked me to. I wrote it all down because I had to put it somewhere and I couldn't say it to your face.
I know how this looks. I know what people think when they hear the word unrequited. They think broken. They think sad. But that is not what this is. This is just what happened. You existed. I was paying attention. An entire book came out of that.
If you are reading this and you think it might be about you.
It is.
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