I love you.
I know I say it a lot but I really do mean it.
I can feel you next to me when I sleep.
You are a picture of perfection I have drawn in my head.
My own little space.
You are who I want you to be.
In reality I know nothing about you.
I want you to be what I want.
I want you to be what I need.
But you can't be.
It's funny I
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