Your memory comes to me at the strangest of moments. I pause in the
midst of things and smile as your thought passes my mind. Though it happened a summer long
ago and I know that I am a fool to think that I lost you when I never
had you in the first place. I cannot croon love-songs liked I used to
nor can I waste my life wandering around searching for you in every
crowd. But to get back my words, I know that I have to cure my funny
little heart that has loved you with all its mighty silences of years.
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