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You know someday we will meet,

We met across words, the way magic does

We already have...

I won’t live up to your hopes and dreams.

And I hoped for dreams

I can't recall what wasn't there

I’ll be an imperfect fantasy,

That would rewrite my imagination

I hold to my memories

That would make me almost as sad as

And change my perceptions

I couldn't bear to have you sad

Never meeting you would.

The way meeting you did.

We'll meet again. Promise?