That very night I told you I liked you. .
My hands start shaking everytime I think about you,
and I think I like you a little more each time.
It's funny how we want what we can't have.
Then again, why would we want something that we already have ?
sigh. . being so far away is so hard. You're the reason why I miss Vancouver so much.
I know we don't talk much, but the thought of having you near always comforts me.
Sometimes, I don't think you realize how much I like you. .
So many nights spent thinking about you. . was it all a waste ?
. . When I come back, lets pick up from where we left things, kay ?
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