Sometimes I wonder. Were you really there? Are you really just a dream? You sat there silently watching me. You knew me for what I was, but did I? I did not even know myself. How could I have known you? The truth was that I did not. You were my imagination, and yet I had no idea who you were or even why you were there. I did not talk to you, and you did not talk to me. We could not. Or some reason we could not speak at all. It was as if we did not need to. I want to get to know you though. I want to talk to you. I would talk to you endlessly. It would not be because I needed to but because I want to. I have come to realize that this is because somehow I have fallen in love with you. I do not know how, for I do not know you. You are just a part of my mind. It has happened though. You cannot deny it. Would you want to?
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