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The first word that comes to mind is infatuation. 
We connect. 
Plan and simple. 
It's romantic type notion. 
I admit I've tried to forget. 
Yet the more I recall.
The more I acknowledge that what I felt and feel as true.
I look forward to find myself looking right at you.
I look left to find myself right back at the same circumstance.
Nothing fills my mind.
My time quite like you do.
I thought selfconsciously soon I'll forget.
But the more I try, the more I find myself torn.
I do the exact opposite. 
It's not at all intrusive. 
In fact I welcome it. 
From time to time.
I've allowed complete and utter surrender. 
As it's the only time I see you.
Your smile.
Your insight to aspiration.
I've pushed you to where I've always seen you.
And physically it's killing me.
Your well being is all I think about. 
The time it took to admit time is but a stepping stone.
And we but mere moments. 
I tell myself time and time again
Let go.
But the only thing missing is validity. 
Moderation competes with repetition. 
I can only distract myself so long until your thought arrives.
Never to leave;
A pattern expressed in pure emotion.
A scar left unhealed.
Out of the sincerity left undone.
My heart ponders.
And for a breif second I am happy.
Perhaps happier than I have ever been.
A familiar song that hoops and hollers down a familiar street.
A familiar face in an unfamiliar place. 
Rationally you've revealed a part of me that I never wanted to let go.
The possibility of what if.
A glimpse of an familiar face.
If only in thought.
The memory of exploring an unknown place and loving every minute of it

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