Every time I think of her, I think of you.
Isnt this bad?
Sigh, as much as I had to admit it,
Both of us turned cold.
We have lives to lead. Dreams to follow.
Remember how we used to joke?
How we'd run away on a bike, to travel the world. Just with clothes on our back and money in our wallets.
I blame the feastive season. Its this time round that I'll think of you.
Sigh. What a shame!
Back to the matter at hand.
As I think of her, I think of you.
Does that make her a replacement?
Than thats just mean.
Why do I keep feeling that I wont regret knowing her.
Its her eyes maybe.
I should say hello. To get it out of my system.
I wonder though, do you talk about me during this feastive season?
Maybe not.
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