I had a dream the other night where I met a boy.
We saw eachother, and saw everything we needed.
He saw me for what I could be, and for what I had to offer.
I saw him as understanding, and longing for me. He understood, without ever speaking to me.
We walked across the empty room to eachother, and without a word, we held eachother and started to make love.
Not a single word was said at this time, but we knew we loved eachother for who we really were.
We knew we were going to be together forever.
Two days later, he was shot and killed.
I'm still crying about the loss of my imaginary half.
I can't stop.
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