i see you somewhere. a restaurant, a classroom, a friend's house. i approach you with the naive confidence i had in my early teenaged years. i'm about to tell you that i like you, but you beat me to it. then you smile. it's always the same smile. and then we kiss. it's always the same kiss. and somehow in my dream it feels so real, and somehow it still feels too good to be true, and in my dream your lips feel exactly the way i remember them.
when i wake i feel certain that your hand is in mine, that your body is curled around my body.
but when i snap out of my morning fog, i always find that i am alone.
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