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Dear Chace,

It is 2:35 in the morning and i am feeling totally sleep deprived. I don't know if it's the caffeine taking its toll or if it's because i keep thinking about you. I don't want to come off as weird but i do keep thinking about you - or to be more exact - about us. We were so good together. Being with you made me happy, ecstatic even. 

I wish we could go back to being our old selves. You and me, together, against the entire universe.

But wishes rarely come true and just like those unfulfilled wishes our love will never be the same. We will never be like before.

However, against all odds and against all theories about wishes not being fulfilled, I wish. I wish to be called yours again. I wish to be in your arms again.

And I wish, oh with all my heart and soul, to feel your lips on mine, and our hearts together as one again.

Yours - V.