you were the only thing I saw in every place and every memory.
But now I see, you aren't the only thing that matters.
You are as important or as vital as I've deemed you to be.
I gave you far too much credit.
When you develop an infatuation for someone, you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you.
No, actually, it wasn't even a reason,
it was merely an excuse.
You aren't what I keep thinking you are,
and I'm smiling even in the pictures without you.
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