I can't say that I've dreamt about you, though I have thought about you from time to time. Someone's hair reminds me of yours, someone's name. I'll hear a story or see a picture and suddenly there you are. This person, this idea, someone I never really knew. And while I can't say that I go to bed at night and dream of you, maybe o reached you some way. Maybe my energy conspired with yours. Maybe there's a reason I never really knew you. Maybe the knowing's on its way. And as I say it I'm not sure I believe it. But I could be convinced.
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