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Tonight it was going to snow I force myself to stay awake until it does I sit by the window and stare outside  Looking closely in order not to miss the snow fall  So far no snow Only rain, only more rain And disappointment  It’s 3 am  I go back to bed Only to jump out instantly and look out the window again  No snow still  I go back to my bed disappointed yet again  I do this until I become too tired to do it again  I lie on my back  Slowly drifting into slumber  With the hope, that morning will be white and magical When I wake up  The first thing I do is go to the window to see what I waited for all night,  To see what I missed all night. Alas, no snow.  T'was a false alarm  The kind my heart gave me when I thought it was love, But it was only nothing.   Maybe I sat by the window all night to see the snow fall  Maybe I was waiting for something that my heart wante...

Am I over him yet? Maybe. Yes. I think so. Yes. No. Maybe. Let's see.  Every time my phone beeps, my heart skips a beat in the hope that it might be him.  Every time my phone rings, part of me wants the screen to display his number which by the way I still remember by heart even though I deleted it long ago.  Every time I become part of a crowd, my eyes wander trying to land on that one face I used to cup with my hands.  But I have moved on. I am over him. Right? At least that's what I tell myself every night before I go to sleep. And quite frankly, that's what helps me sleep.  Every time I see someone as tall as him, with a complexion similar to his, and a walk that reminds me of him walking away, I almost run toward the man only to embarrass myself and apologise for the intrusion.  Sometimes I even dream about him and wake up in the middle of the night startled because I can't tell if it was a sweet dream or a nightmare.  Eve...