I still dream of how I touch his neck tattoed with an owl watching me. His hard inked but safe arms catching me whenever I fall. Well, that was just a dream from yesterday. That tattoed guy was never mine now. He is now holding someone else's hands the way he did to me. Treating someone like I was not the one who repaired him before he was all alone. Until, our paths intersect. I just knew that my name was written on his heart. Yes, I want him but I hope destiny did.
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