i keep looking for you, as if i know what i am going to do
        when i find you. when our eyes meet. when i try to make
        conversation while trying not to blush. when i not to overread
        what little you say and try to figure out if you remember
        my name or not.

        i look for you through the windows of restaurants. when i least
        expect it, i will see you walking by, i wish that you would turn
        to check your reflection in the glass and instead accidently see
        me through it. and smile. and that you would turn towards the
        door and accidently sit near me. and accidently have something in
        common with me.
        and accidently find me.

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