I thought I had moved on.
But you're still on my mind.
You still make me melt,
I still want to hold your hand.
And I still hope that one-day,
You'll think the same.
Why can't I get over you?
Its not like you're the one for me.
. . .Or are you?
.:a/n:. Damnit. And I thought I was over him. Guess not. Today I saw him in
the hallway, and oh my, I'm not over him. Please shoot me.