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I sit by the window waiting for you, waiting for you with a rose in hand. I think of what your gonna say to me when I tell you, tell you that I love you. I think of what you will think of me, what you think of me as a friend or more. I wait in my chair starting to worry what you'll say, if you'll laugh or if you'll say you feel the same way. I wait for you to come, so I can tell you how I feel about you. I wait with your flower in my hand, waiting to give it to you and say those three words. The three words that say it all, I love you. I sit here hopeing that you feel the same way, the same way that i feel about you. I sat there for a little bit and then the doorbell rang, I ran to get it and you were there. I handed you the flower but before the words came out, and before I knew what to do. You kissed me right then and there, on my front door step. And you were the one who whispered, I love you.
The magic rose
