it's the end of freshman year and my moment in time to say hush:

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When did everyone start changing, and when did the changes become the only constant left

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It's no where close; I'm afraid of never feeling again.

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Sometimes I think you really don't understand me.

and that you don't want to.

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Ero semper amabo te.

I think it was finding the box underneath my bed, with the poems -- i will hold on to your heart, .. -- and my own that I never sent. I think it was the thought of moving to Florida and you seriously coming to visit. I also think it was the thought that I didn't know where you were or how you were and I missed you, missed my muse and the thought of having you in my life again. I never realized how close we used to be.

And I wish I had read that part of the Hanged Man to you.

anata wo a-i-shi ..

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I also never realized how close he and I used to be. Staying up for seven hours and always having e-mails. Does this mean I've changed into something he doesn't want anymore? I told her that would happen. Me being the shifting dream, something never the same, a changing heart -- I would grow in to something he would learn not to love.

when this is over,

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Despite all of that, despite being different, despite never knowing for sure, despite always feeling unsure,

I do want to be with you.

Do you love me?

And will you be with me, too?