I want to write pretty things and I want to write them for you about you, but you don't exist yet. Oh you exist now but not in my life or not in my life as you will be. I can't conceive of you but I swear I dream of having you by my side like my cell when I'm waiting for a call. I bring you everywhere with me now or the idea of there being a you someday. In God I'm strong but three's a magic number.
to be continued
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