I miss the days gone by. I crave the days which have yet to arrive. And the days at present are long, lazy and languid.
I keep having dreams, of which the contents I won't disclose; they are too personal to me at the moment. They're not sexual, or abusive, or wrong in any way. They're just... personal, and I feel like they are only for me and one other person, the other person being someone who I haven't met yet.
But at the same time, I feel like I could be being stupid waiting for that person... so that I can tell them when I see them that I know exactly who they are. I hope they have the same or similar dreams, so that when we meet we can just smile and feel that we have actually known each other for the time we have been sharing dreams.
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Something like this would make a good novel :D
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