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You say you want to reappear?
Magician, I am still in love with you.
Am I?
I think not.
Why did I say that?
I am in love with the idea of you.
I am in love with the idea of us.
The idea of us not as some wild, lovely romance spanning countries and mountain ranges, love like horses running, but the idea of us exactly not so.
An idea made out of midnight-wandering conversations that you pay for by the minute in rupees.
In India, we would be kings.
So here you are, my magician, a rabbit out of the black top hat.
I have been waiting for you.
Magic bunny, have you brought me any gold coins?
I think not; I think not.
Ideas born of having nothing, ideas born of things that don't exist.
Illusions. Slights of hand.
Like love, no?
Magician, I am still in love with you.
Am I?
I think not.
Why did I say that?
I am in love with the idea of you.
I am in love with the idea of us.
The idea of us not as some wild, lovely romance spanning countries and mountain ranges, love like horses running, but the idea of us exactly not so.
An idea made out of midnight-wandering conversations that you pay for by the minute in rupees.
In India, we would be kings.
So here you are, my magician, a rabbit out of the black top hat.
I have been waiting for you.
Magic bunny, have you brought me any gold coins?
I think not; I think not.
Ideas born of having nothing, ideas born of things that don't exist.
Illusions. Slights of hand.
Like love, no?