The Occasional Run In

I don’t know what it is

about you and your face

that makes me feel something.

But every time I see you,

you and your head of bright, blonde hair

catch me off guard.

I almost feel guilty to talk to you

knowing how you make me feel,

because I know who you love,

and the thought of hurting her

goes against what I taught myself.

I have to actively remind myself to be respectful.

I have to actively remind myself to ignore how attracted I am to you.

After all, the only thing I really know about you is your name.

 

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