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"How am I supposed not to fall for you, when you're everything I've ever dreamed of"

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You wasn’t supposed to matter. Just a girl with chipped nail polish and a laugh too loud for the room. He saw you once at a party, leaning against the fridge like it belonged to you. You caught him looking and winked like you knew something he didn’t. You weren’t friends. Barely even spoke. But he knew the color of your bedsheets before he knew you name. Knew the songs you skipped halfway through. Knew that you only cried in cars, never in rooms with walls. You said he wasn’t allowed to fall for you. He said he wasn’t trying to. But suddenly he was at your place on Tuesdays. Drinking wine he hated. Pretending not to stare. You kissed him once, like it didn’t mean anything. But he replayed it for weeks. Maybe you meant it. Maybe you didn’t. But he still see you in every song he pretend not to like.