You asked me who ever said that you don't dream of me and I asked myself why you would spend precious time dreaming of strangers. Only now do I have the answers we needed so desperately from that empty vastness of silence that followed that moment of wandering thought as our hearts pulled each other closer than we ourselves have ever really been. And I know we haven't spoken much since that moment, but I thought you deserve to know how many of my dreams do actually involve you.
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