Torn

Between what is real

And in front, and 

What is there, but

Only in feeling, in silent glances and 

Reaches for my hand, holding the

Door for me everywhere, even when

Letting me into

Your car when we 

Both know you could,

Just get in 

First. 

Say it to me one day, at 

Least.

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