I never had you, I never was yours or called you mine. We never met, your eyes don't know me yet and still I miss you. We never touched or talked, but I'm willing to. I cannot be sure about your existance, as I only saw you once in my dreams. Once was enough for your face to get trapped in my thoughts, though. how did you do it? Why, if you were never planning to come back?
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