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It hurts the most..

To see him look at you, 

The way I have been craving to be looked at.

My heart clenching realizing he texted you but not me.

The way he holds your hand, 

Or plays with your hair,

Or the way he tells you its going to be okay.

It hurts the most because I wished it were me

And not you.

But he choose you,

Because your smile is priceless,

You are one in a million,

Any boys would kill for you,

And he was just one of the lucky ones. 

When in reality you are the lucky one,

To get a boy as good as him.