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Sunday, April 17, 2011

You.

Sometimes when I look at you, and you’re looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny wheeny hint of something more, something you’re feeling but can’t say. When our eyes meet, no one catches it but me and you, and I like it that way. It’s like our own little secret; a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance of normal.

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