You're a stranger. I know you for a minute, then I have to let you go. Maybe that explains this. The enjoyment, knowing and not knowing, that is exciting. Knowing how bad I want to know you, but can't, because you will soon be gone. Like a stranger, getting close, letting you in, when you'll soon be gone without having a definite return, not willing to go without. But if you could stay and if you weren't a stranger, would I admit this secret of you? Falling for you, when I want to, but can't. Trying to avoid getting to close, but never wanting to forget the love in your eyes, me having to go on not telling a soul, even if you were staying. Why does it even matter I want you, but I can't admit it, and I won't let myself. What ever will I do? Loving you a stranger. Get to know you, the best week of my life. Only I will know, but then you'll leave, and when I'll be ready I would've lost you. Will you ever return? Why would you want to return? I'm a stranger to you, no better than anyone else. Just wishing things were different praying you'll understand, and hoping you'll return when things are right. I love you, but it doesn't matter. You're only a stranger, but it'll take the rest of my life to forget a face and a love like yours.
Reason for writing:
Inspiration, I am starting to love a man that will leave for two years to join the army. I can't tell anyone I am falling for him because no one really likes him and it would be looked down on. I only hope he returns and people see him in a different light so they can be happy for me.
Birth sign: Pisces
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