Where have you been. I don't really know a single thing about you. You might be completely made up. I wish I had some sort of proof. You were very real to me last year. Real. I thought about you everyday. Crazy. Crazy, crazy, and ridiculous. Now I'd like you to come back. Maybe I don't particularly care what is real about you or not (we'd never know the difference anyhow, right?) but there was something about you that comforted me and made my ilusions of a seductive world outside my own very real...palpable almost. I would have loved to run into you someday.
I don't know what I'm pursuing you for. You are evasive and we could never really comfort each other. I'm feeling rather escapist, that's all. Was wondering if you still exist.
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