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C tells me you are like a reflection of me. Haughty, self-centered, passive-agressive, indulgent, self-conscious, vain, over analytical, full of love and very afraid.

One day, I will no longer think of you when I'm alone at night,
Or when I'm on the train,
On the streets,
When I put on perfume,
Or when I look at the blue skies,
And smell the summer breeze.

One day, I will no longer jump when my mobile phone tells me I have recieved a new message,
I will no longer hope it might be you,
Or your friend,
Telling me things about you.

One day, I will no longer blush when I talk to you on msn,
Blood will no longer rush to my heart when I reply you,
Nor will it drain away when you don't.

I will no longer think of you in every movie, in every song.
Thinking of my love,
Your love,
How things were meant to be,
How things turned out,
How things could have turned out,
And how we were both afraid.

And one day, when I see you again,
I will walk over and talk to you.
Hopefully it'll feel like a long lost friend,
And hopefully you'll feel like that too.

But fingers crossed, I pray,
In my entire lifetime,
I will always remember how you looked into my eyes,
The very moment-
-Three fucking seconds-
How you made time stand still,
The whole world disappear,
Leaving nothing but from you and me,
One fine afternoon.