It will not end well, they said. You are rich
she is not. She will marry you for your money.
I was besotted. I pursued her. She was not interested.
"Will you paint my front door", I asked. She agreed.
For the next week, she was with me everyday
I’d pile her with food. She’d paint.
“I like you”, I finally confessed. “I like you too”, she replied.
“But not that way. There is too much I want to do.”
She won a scholarship and went off to study art
I still stand at the threshold, hoping she will return.
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