we were in a church. in my mother's church, to be exact. and i knew something was wrong. something didn't feel right. i was standing way in the back with all your friends and you were standing in the first row by the altar. and still i could see you through the crowd, clearly. as if you were two rows in front of me. you were smiling. but then maybe it was a forced smile. i wasn't sure how you could be so happy and so alone. you never looked our way. and none of the girls offered to come and get you. i wanted to. i wanted you to look my way - even just once in a passing glance - so i could smile back and call you over. i knew you would have come then; had you just looked my way.
you should have. but then you never did.
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