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she knows.I hope she knows.
I hope she knows. I hope that youve told her everything about me.
Actually, I hope you havnt.
Those times we spent together are sacred, there the essence of what made our love so strong. Just me and you, you and me.
I hope she knows that shes just the girl in between.
I hpope you know that, too. Theres no fooling yourself. Theres no fooling myself. I know, you know, that shes not the one. Second best, shes only second best.
Second best this time isnt better than the rest.
I am not them. I am not apart of the crowd. I just thought you should know that. No, yo already know that.
Shell never be me. Perhaps thats what you want. Good. But just know, shell never be me.
I am the girl of your dreams, you said it yourself. Dont go on saying that you cant have me, becase baby Im all yours.
You dont have to feel guilty saying my name, she knows.
Oh I hope youve told her, I hope she knows
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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