His breathing is a soft hum of reality.
I lay next to my love, thinking of you.
Your thoughts must also be on me, I fantasize.
The darkness of the room makes it easy to lose myself in the could have been's.
So much we have not said.
I do not know which wish to wish.
To have met you first, or not at all?
How did we become so intertwined?
Years of being on the opposite side
You were my go-to.
Did you ever feel it?
You were my souls best friend.
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