i don't know you, at all. but i love you. it's real to me. it makes me happy, and stronger, and more excited. It picks me up when I'm down. Every little word, every look and smile, makes me ridiculously happy, and i want to keep it, in my heart, in indestructible places, to make those moments whole and tangible, and wrap them up carefully and store them away safely where i can take them out again, when im sad, and tired, and defeated, and those moments can pick me up again.
i can't bear the thought of not seeing you anymore. i cant.
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