Maybe its that you think you're falling in love and you don't want to get too deep, thats fine honestly I'm not even bothered one bit. I always told you I'm doing my own thing and I don't send you endless love poems and I don't sit and cry at home waiting for your call and I don't declare unending and undying love and I don't wish that you and me were the only man and woman in the universe - I truly don't.
Yet summer caresses my imagination intact... but broken.
I've been through far to much to bother myself with you, to sit thinking about you and talking to you and helping you with your problems. There is so much more I could do with my life, I want to go to Cambodia and build houses for the poor and see Angkor Watt - I don't want to be here dragging you away from your precious girlfriend and engaging you intelligent conversation and exploring the universe - I have better things to do honestly really.
Yet I was cleaning the floor engaged in one thought only
Laughing I picked up my memory and my heart from the gutter, there's no reason to leave me, to hurt me, to avoid me, I'm not the one who stopped talking to you just because I fell in love - it was the other way round so happily I engage in drinking this soft drink of coca cola knowing in my heart that you really must love me. And thats enough - it doesn't actually matter now.
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