I've seen you everywhere.
You’re a hundred different girls, collapsed into one.
You’re always beautiful.

But maybe I'll see you more some day.

I'll see you on my pillow, I'll see you smile because of me.
I'll see you cry because of me, I'll see you frustrated beyond belief.
But that's a relationship.

You'll know pain because of me, but you'll know every single part of love.
Because of me.

You might love me.
And I might love you.
There's always potential, and with you, I'll get there.

Down the road, you might be with a boyfriend, you might be single, you might be in a hurry, you might be looking lonely. But I’ll be looking lonely too. And I'll say something. And you'll see me.

And then it will start.

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