I think i'm in love with the idea of her.
I don't know.
Maybe it's because she's 4,000 miles away and I won't ever know what it feels like to be standing right next to her.
I don't even know if I want to know that feeling.
Yet, I want her?
Or I just crave the thought, the idea, the what if's.
It's all just an idea.
I think.
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Dreams.
PoetryThese are writings I've kept in my notes for the longest. You could say poetry, I just say writings or as they're called, "dreams." Simply what goes on in my head, how I'm feeling, what's happened, or what is happening. Just updates on my life, may...
