These Things
The way I felt when I met you
is the way I want to feel all the time.
The way I felt when you touched me
like chills up my spine.
The way I felt when you kissed me
like a thousand butterflies.
I want to feel these things again
but not with you, no not with you.
I want to feel these things again
the way I felt for you.
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