and I just can't pull my self away...
What is this? I dream about you, I think about you... I write about you. It's pathetic... What makes me think there's a chance? You're leaving soon. I won't see you again until November (not September like it says in the last entry). Will you write? Well, maybe by then, my feelings will have changed... that's if nothing happens between us.
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