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June 13, 1998

Sometimes...
I find Myself,
Staring at your picture.
I wonder if I'd still recognize you,
I wonder.
Sometimes...
I hear your voice
When there's Nobody around.
I almost hear you say "I love you,"
But you don't.
Sometimes...
I read old letters
And remember how Love felt.
Was it true love that lasts forever?
Or not?
Sometimes...
I wish I knew
Why you hate me.
You hang up at the sound of my voice,
Because?
Sometimes...
I guess I miss you.
It doesn't matter that it's been
Three years.
Still,
I really try to forget
All the mental pictures,
But I can't.
Why?!
Why does it have to be
This way?
Don't you ever wonder
What it would be like,
If We
Were still Us?
If "I love you" meant more than,
"That's just how I feel right now."
Can't we even be
Friends?
There are So Many Questions,
With a million less answers.
Cecilia...
Cecilia, it's just that
Sometimes...
I guess I really do miss you,
And unlike you
I'll admit that,
I still do love you.
But what can I do?
I know I'll just
Have to accept it and
Move On.
It's just that,
Sometimes...
I wonder.

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