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I can't say I love him
because I don't know what love is.
We will never be
because I—
No.
I've dismissed the thought.
It won't happen.
We won't happen.
Why?
Because he's not mine.
Not ever.
I will never have him.
He will never need me
the way I need him.
Why?
Because it is not returned.
I sit across him,
pushing back the urge
to press my lips against his,
to wrap my arms around him
longer than necessary.
So I smile instead
and ask him to lunch.
Isn't that better than nothing?