So I filled up my head with dreams of you. Projections of the future and the past, tangling all the love stories I had ever heard into something that was silver-rimmed and tasted like saltwater. I supposed you to be the sea, cold and chaotic, but calm beneath the surface. I would float on your existence or tether myself to the buoys that became
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