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To care less...

I like you a lot. Just thinking about you and that cute face of yours makes me smile. I imagine what it would be like if there'd be me and you. I giggle with that thought. I like your good-natured, soft-spoken ways. You're so gentle, laid-back... and you smell nice! The way you talk and stare and laugh with me, it melts my heart every time.

I like you an awful lot.

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I think about you so much. You're always in my head. You're always in my thoughts. You're becoming an obsession. I want to feel you. God, I prayed for you.

I want you.

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Now even I could tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
Cause I liked the view
Thought you felt it too
When there was me and you

I have hoped and dreamed and felt too much that I prayed there would be us. But I realize these are all just in my head. My feelings consumed me, made me see things that were not really there. I interpreted your stare as a gaze from someone who'd feel the same way as I do. I assumed affection and feelings from you.

I was just assuming.

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Now, things and feelings are clear. It hurts a little. But I will again have to move on. I have gotten over from a far more painful experience before, so there's no way I cannot get over this. I can get over you. I just cared too much. I can start by caring less.

I could care less.

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