Most often, I think of you. How could my heart be rattled and shake with so much emotion just by the appearance of your name? I don’t know, too.
It’s quite like I knew you too deep and well, when in fact you just held those conversations. For me, it seems real, though.
You are just like that, maybe to everyone. That’s what I thought. Our knowing each other is only temporal. I hate how it’s true.
But then, it’s nice to know someone like you. It’s great, what could be the other word? And I hope, we’ll meet somewhere―not too soon, though―enough to realize, we are each other’s “after all this time.”
― joannachse
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