it was like "i wish i was with you." then one night, you were with me. then days and nights after that. you didn't even talk to me. i haven't talked to you like we did before that night, in ages. why can't it go back to that? i don't want you, but i would like for you to keep in contact with me. i thought of you the other night, some body asked me why i was smiling and i couldn't even answer why.


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