• I love him.
    And he loved me.
    But things are different now.
    He's moved on but I still love him.
    He really doesn't seem to know what he means to me.
    When I see him in the halls he looks away. But I still stare.
    My friends think I'm over him and I did to but i guess not.
    Because on the outside I try to be as over him as I can be.
    And on the inside, I'm dying to scream that I'm not over him.
    It's nothing really.
    Just me and him.
    And him and me.
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