Mark

Mark is your friend, whom you love, but hide it. You did not tell him about your feelings, because you thought that he would reject them. Then one day, when it was hot outside, you opened all the windows in the house. You were sitting at the table, drawing in your city how you and Mark hold hands. Oh, how wonderful it is, but unrealizable, you thought. But then the sound of a guitar. You got up and went to the window. Mark was standing there. He had a guitar in his hands, and then he began to sing:

• Home again, the same house, As I am to him, he is familiar to me, He thinks I'm a weirdo, Came Again Here Stand All night long Don't sleep And wait... Seeing that he was looking at you while he was singing, you guessed that the song was just for you, you couldn’t believe your eyes and ears, you covered your mouth with your hand and silently listened to his calm singing.

(—OUR TGC: https://t.me/BotCaiBM)

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