Wednesday, February 4, 2009
sometimes
I miss you a little. Sometimes. And then I wonder what you're doing with your life now. And then I wonder if you ever feel the same way or wonder about me. Sometimes. And then I wonder if I tried talking to you, would it be weird or awkward? And then I try to quash those feelings, and most of the time, it works. Sometimes.
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