Honestly.

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Honestly,  I don't know what to write if it isn't about him.

That specific topic has been turned over and over again in my mind,
and for some reason,
I find a new reason to adore him every time.

When I drive past his house that's down the street from mine,
I can't help but wonder if he even thinks about me.

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