Clue
You will never understand what you put me through, but by reading this I hope it gives you a clue.
Every single hour of every single day, you always cross my mind in every different way.
I don’t know what it is; it’s something that I feel, something that makes me wonder if this can all be real.
You are the girl I dream about, you’re everything to me, and you are much more, more than you’ll ever see.
It will never matter where we put all the blame, all I care about is that maybe you might feel the same.
If you decided to move on I will say that’s fine, all I ever wanted was to be able to know was that you were mine.
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