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I'm tempted to just smack you across your face.

Your perfect face.

That I've wasted smiling at for years now. Did you even know that I loved you? That I dreamt about kissing you senseless, And wanting you to crave me, For your heart to ache for me.

I've wasted years on you.

Years I surely won't get back. Years you teased me, Planted hope in my heart that would only wither away in the end.

I should slap you. But you'd probably enjoy that.

Because then you'd win And you don't deserve that satisfaction.