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Staring blankly
at the ceiling,
I think of you.

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I love the way my mind dances with thoughts of you,
imagining the curve of your lips, the slight smirk of your smile.

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I am searching for you in every people who show interest in me. I make myself believe that I can replace you with anyone of them. But maybe I’m wrong. There is no one who can take your place in my heart.

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Lights were off In every damn room And I thought of the time When I began falling in love Without wondering why

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Sometimes, I think of you. I try not to, But memories are cruel. They surface, resurface.

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I hope you are well, and that you’ve found someone to love, who loves you more. I hope she treats you well. I hope you’ve found that peace you were searching for.

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My fingertips danced along my hips, twisting in circles toward no predetermined destination.

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I wonder if it’s too late to tell you that I still think about you. That November reminds me of scarves and our cold hands, early nights watching the sunset, feeling that Midwest winter slowly creep in.