Of shutting myself out

I remember things I am not supposed to remember anymore.

I think of things, the what-have-beens, our silly leaping forward into the future.

I see, but I cannot remember his face. Only his nose, and his forehead.

And yeah, that smile with the crooked teeth.

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Thank you to those who listened, and cared, and said everything will be alright.

I believe you. I really do.

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On an unrelated note, I am so happy for you, Sakura-girl, that you love him, and he loves you back, with that burning passion I only see in the movies. Baz Luhrmann could have only been so jealous.

I am so envious of you both, that after seven years, your steps still lead you to one another.

Please take care of him. He is a very delicate and passionate young man, and you are so lucky to have him.

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I pray for that kind of love everyday, in between pages of reports, during mindless water cooler chatter, when I press the elevator buttons.

And no one really knows.