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Must have forgotten about you. There's nothing more that I would like, then waking up to his face by my side. Close your eyes, my dear. But at times like these beggars can't be choosers, would it be alright if I just sat next to you, and together laugh off my longingness? I wish you would have been there to see me shine. You missed it, I miss you. Not again, not this time, not for you- anyway. I wonder what my reaction will be when I meet him. This thought turns into a tradition. Will I cry before you, once I find you? YOU-- being someone who cares for me just as much. Tulips, not roses, are you jotting this down? Who am I kidding? I'd be lucky to get but one pedal from you.