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Lately I've been daydreaming about a friend I had as a young girl.
Imagining what he might be like all grown up. What he might look like, his personality, his tastes, constantly changing in my mind.
It's nice to be able to think of someone positively in that light. To make someone up in my head without losing the taste of truth. He could be anyone. He might have turned out in any way. In my head he is wonderful and imperfect. Kaleidoscope images of who he has become revolve around my head always resting in a happy conclusion. It is extremely likely that we will never meet again, so I don't feel bad messing with what I don't know. It's nice though. My daydreams feel close and comfortable, without losing their improbability and allure.
it's nice.
Imagining what he might be like all grown up. What he might look like, his personality, his tastes, constantly changing in my mind.
It's nice to be able to think of someone positively in that light. To make someone up in my head without losing the taste of truth. He could be anyone. He might have turned out in any way. In my head he is wonderful and imperfect. Kaleidoscope images of who he has become revolve around my head always resting in a happy conclusion. It is extremely likely that we will never meet again, so I don't feel bad messing with what I don't know. It's nice though. My daydreams feel close and comfortable, without losing their improbability and allure.
it's nice.