I heard him,
Telling stories about her..
How much he loves her,
How much he misses her,
How he cried for her,
How he stared at her..

I smiled,
I hope someday, I will find that one.

The one who will love me that much,
The one who will miss me, as much as he do.
The one who will cry for me,
The one who will stare at me, like the way he stares at her.

I hope I will find someone who will make me think that
"he is the one",
And make me feel that
"I am the one".
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