I am not surprised that to this day, my world stops when I see you.
I am not surprised that each word from any conversation, insignificant as it may be, plays in my mind like a favorite record.
I am not surprised that at one call, I'd still come.
I am not surprised that the thought of you can sustain me.
I am not surprised that for me, everything seems to be a sign pointing to you even if in reality, it will never do.
I am not surprised that I am still concerned of the littlest things about you.
I am not surprised about anything at all because you are you and I am me and the effect you have on me is.. I dunno. Such.
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