Maybe he's out there somewhere, looking out the window much like I have been today.
Maybe he misses me or perhaps he isn't thinking of me at all.
Maybe he's ready to come and find me because he's tired of waiting as well.
Maybe we've brushed past each other on a crowded street.
Maybe he's seen me and had to try not to stare.
Maybe our's eyes have locked and he's smiled at me.
Maybe I've smiled back.
But I won't know if I never put myself out there.
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