You think I don't think about you. But I don't wish on shooting stars, 11:11, or when I blow out candles anymore; those are foolish things. I don't draw your name on notebooks anymore or even write silly love poems of your memory. I don't cry when I watch romantic movies or curse your name when my friends reminisce. I don't carve our names into
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