Wishing On My Lucky Star

There was once a time that I wished for the day I would be able to look at your face and feel nothing, for I was afraid to love and lose you.
Now I look at your face and hope that you aren't wishing to feel nothing when you look at me.
Now I think of not feeling anything for you anymore, and it's like all the light disappeared from the world. Like all my happiness vanished into thin air.
Now I wish for the day I can hug you as tightly as I can and see your beautiful smile once again.
I guess I wasn't wishing hard enough to feel nothing back then, but now I am wishing with my heart and soul everyday to see you, to hug you again. I can only hope that's enough.

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