I still think about you....

I still think about you. The weirdest things remind me of you. Movies. Songs. Pictures I see in magazines. Every day, though, there's something.

To me, the magic is still possible.

There was magic. For a while there was.

The instant it became real, though, the magic disappeared for you.

I still believe, though.

Magic can be real.

It can last.

It kills me how I can be one way on here but can't bring myself to be like this out there. This, though. This is who I really am. This is how I think. This is how I want to be. This is how I wish I was.

You brought more out in me, on her, than I thought I had... That's why, out there, I was so scared. I knew I couldn't be who you thought I was. I knew I couldn't be who you wanted me to be.

I knew I couldn't be me.

And now?

You're the one I compare everyone else to.

You're the one no one measures up to.

I know you're not perfect.

I know you're not perfect for me.

I don't believe in perfect, though.

Magic, yes.

Perfect, no.

Things don't always work out.

Things will not always go my way.

Life is cruel.

And life is good.

I know you're happy. And most of the time I am too. But for at least a few seconds every single day.... I still think of you.