Photo-story: Oblivious

This is my favourite memory of you:
I’m watching you from behind, but you are unaware of my presence. The world can see my love for you, but you are blissfully ignorant. There are so many things I want to say to you, so many things I want to do. But I can merely stand here, behind you, and stare. I could look at you forever.
It has been a long time since that day and now, and a lot has passed between us. Yet, I wish I could go back to when we were “just friends”.
To the time you sat there, still oblivious.

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