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How Do I Think Of You? As Someone I Want To Be With. As Someone As Young As Me, But "older," If That Makes Sense. As Someone I Like To Look At, Not Just Because You're Good To Look At, But Because Just Looking At You Makes Me Smile And Feel Happier. As Someone Who Knows Her Mind And Who I Envy For That. As Someone Who Is Strong In Herself Without Seeming To Need Anyone Else To Help Her. As Someone Who Makes Me Thinks And Unsettles Me In A Way That Makes Me Feel More Alive.

Yet, Isn't It Strange, Isn't It Weird, How We Can Know That Someone Is Not Behaving In The Way We Imagine, And At The Same Time We Can Be Totally Convinced That He Is! How Clever The Human Mind Is, That It Can Accept Two Contradictory Things As 'facts.' Yes, I Know That In This Case One 'fact' Was Untrue. But The Human Mind Can Know Something Is Untrue And Still Accept It As A 'fact,' And Act On It As If It Were True.

Love, Being In Love, Isn’t A Constant Thing. It Doesn’t Always Flow At The Same Strength. It’s Not Always Like A River In Flood. It’s More Like The Sea. It Has Tides, It Ebbs And Flows. The Thing Is, When Love Is Real, Whether It’s Ebbing Or Flowing, It’s Always There, It Never Goes Away. And That’s The Only Proof You Can Have That It Is Real, And Not Just A Crush Or An Infatuation Or A Passing Fancy

And When Someone Else Speaks Your Name You Feel Pleased. You Feel Wanted. You Feel There. Alive. Even If They're Saying Your Name With Dislike, At Least You Know You're You, That You Exist.

If A Boy, If A Man, Asks You If You're All Right And You Say Yes, He'll Always Believe You And Get On With What He Wants To Do. It's Just The Way They're Made.