But its not about you, or the past, or even the now. Its about me. I told you a thousand times you were my lobster....I guess I didn't know what real love felt like back then....or maybe I did, I just didn't know...and now I do. Its not about sex, phone calls, lavish gifts, flowers, myspace photos and labels...I can't explain it but I know where it is and how its supposed to look like. I'm the catalyst of it. I am it.
I'm happy, on a day I thought I would dread. Happier than I could have ever imagined.
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