Be my Nick and I'll be your Norah.

The way you are looking in your sleep, the way you are looking when you leap.
The strange Illusions that you keep. You don't know that I'm noticing.

I am strong enough.
Or at least I am strong enough to pretend that I am strong enough.
All that ever mattered to me was his touch and his gaze.
Even if it were for just a split second, that split second could have lasted a month.
But I knew.
Deep down I knew, his touch could never be permanent.
His gaze looked straight through me.
Still he kept coming back?
Then again, so did I. And we both knew.
I despise you. That is what I said. (At least it was in my head.)


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