The Place She Lives

He walks by the town where she lives. He thinks of her. He picks up his phone and put it on his ear. He says, “I think I like you. I think of you everyday. I want to see you. I can be a good man to you.”

He puts down his phone and thinks, ‘I’m so silly. I don’t even have a gut to confess to her. Will she know how I think of her? If I become a better man, will she love me then?’

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