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I can't believe I still think about you, and worse than just thinking about you...I catch myself doing things that would disappoint you and I stop. Why in the world do you control me in such ways? And you have no idea of any of this. I swear I don't love you, for gods sake I am engaged, and might I add...not to you. You're not the same person I fell for, or maybe I'm not the same innocent girl. Either way you drive me nuts, and I have no idea why I even try to stay in contact with you. You would think this whole livejournal thing was stupid, just like you used to question my fasinatsion with boxes of all kinds. Urghhh...really? Stay out of my dreams just one night, let me enjoy the company in my bed. The man I love.