Depends

I stood there in silence. (Im)patiently waiting. Because this was as far as I could go. This was as far as I was allowed to go.

I wondered if you knew the distance I would actually travel for you, with you, if you only let me.

You looked at me and asked, “What would you do if you were me?”

“It depends,” I said.

My heart faintly whispered, “If I were you, would you be me?”

Because that might make all the difference in the answer.

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