I still get sad. I know it's been eight months and I shouldn't. But I just do. You caught my eye today and I didn't know how to react so I smiled and you smiled back. My heart was screaming. It was screaming "why". It was wondering if you think about me occasionally, like I do of you.
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You know how it is with your favorite movie? You watch it every time until you don't anymore. Then one day, you will come across the title and in the back of your mind, you'll say, "I know this movie," or "I watched that a million times." And then you just stand there, hearing its name for the first time in so long, the scenes playing in your head and tugging your heart, and you remember this movie that was once your favorite until you found a new one to love.
