I know I am the apple of your eye here, but I know I am but a substitute for the real thing. I feel tingly all over whenever I feel your hand brush against mine. I love the way you turn your head and look at me that day in the car. I like the warmness of your eyes whenever you look at me. I just can't shake this fondness that I am feeling towards you. Even though I know I am just a temporary substitute.
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