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Because I haven’t got answers to questions I’ve asked,

I stumble to ask you many things.

Because I’m anxious to even sit still in from of you,

I stare at my home screen of my phone long enough to lock it.

Because I’m fidgeting all the time you’re around,

I keep my fingers crossed and hope to not say the wrong thing.

Because I’m so busy to compose myself,

I don’t notice that you know it all yet try to make me comfortable,

Because you say that you like the quite, curious nature of mine when I try hard to look at the phone but end up stealing glances to look at you and the way I cross my fingers hoping not to mess up and yet be the perfect one for you.

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