A/N: Okay, this is a short piece I wrote in the summer of 2004... Something that sprung to my mind when I was thinking about my crush of the moment. Also, I have no idea if the word dictionaried exists... if it doesn't then I've juste created it!

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TIME

Time.

What is time?

I honestly ignore the dictionnaried meaning of that word.

You are time.

I can't let a minute, a second go by without thinking of you.

Why are you occupying my thoughts? I don't know.

How did you manage to take full control over my brain? I don't know either.

But I can't help but wonder.

Maybe you hold the answers to my questions. That, I'll never know.

You're unreachable. Your mind is unreadable. I'll never get close to you.

Because you let nobody in. Even the ones who trust and love you.

Love.

What is love?

Something that probably doesn't exist. And if it does, it's quite rare.

You can like, appreciate, admire, but not love. It only happens when two people have deep, strong, similar feelings for each other.

Rare phenomenon.