I have searched up and down for you, but I suppose it's time I just quit looking. I feel like if I see you, and you see me, then you'll think of me. I'll cross your path, and then cross your mind. And then maybe you'll remember some spark, somewhere inside, and you'll not be able to get me out of your mind. I really shouldn't hope for such things. But I really can't help it. You're utterly extraordinary and you haven't left my train of thought for many many days. I only wish that the thought of me could play the same tricks with you.
