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It's enlightening for me to see her in good spirits.
She laughs heartily when she chats with him in MSN.
She carves a sweet smile to herself when she receives a message from him.
She giggles innocently when she speaks about him in her conversations with others.

The thing is...
That particular him isn't me.
I don't know how she responses in those situations above when the word 'him' is replaced by 'me'.
I don't know if she realises that I'm here, watching all these unfold slowly.

When you're happy, you tend not to care about the consequences about your actions.
Neither will you bother what others will think.
The sense of guiltiness suddenly became numb.
You don't feel that it's present.
'cause your endorphins are overpowering all.

You think you can read body language?
But nobody can master the tongue of the heart.
We stood apart, bounded only by trust.
Now i feel that the ties are loosening.
Perhaps I'm just being a tad too immature.
Maybe it's just a simple thing called jealousy.

But trust me,
I need not fill into another guy's shoe to know how he feels.
While I can control my eagerness, I suppose some just don't have the ability to do so.
What looms ahead are dark skies above me.
Now I'm just wondering...

Is it a beautiful sunset you see,
When you lift your head to look out far?
With the beauty of it...
Witnessing with someone special,
Which isn't someone whom I would like to refer as...

me?