You were there,
all seven years.
You followed me around,
like a little puppy dog.
You'd ask me to the dances,
and say I was pretty.
You'd compliment my every move,
even though you were rejected.
And then the holiday came,
and I was alone.
I had no where to go,
no place I could call home.
You were off with your friends,
having the best of Christmases.
And I was eating alone,
I felt so alone.
I realized then,
you were something I took for granted.
I realized that
you were someone that I wanted.
And in the time you were gone,
I grew an obsession.
Just like the one,
you had grown over me.
And when the holiday was over,
it hurt to see your face.
I'd knew I had rejected you too many times,
to ever have a chance.
And as the last year came to a close,
I took a shot.
And as the story goes,
we both ended up obsessed,
with a cat,
and a home,
that I would call mine forever.
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