let's start over, back at the beginning.
we'll shake hands, turn about, stare at each other from across a crowded room.
double take.
triple step.
topple over.
turn about and begin again.
you'll say everything that comes to mind, and i will smile and say...
thank you.
we will live a dream within a dream.
a never ending tale of joy...
the sheer and unabiding affinity for ease.
a pleasing moment.
an effortful distance.
an unyielding attraction that wills the worlds to collide and expand upon themselves.
in essence, of essence... we will be strangers.
with history written only in the books that we'll never read.
and i will conjecture to write you well,
if only in my imagination,
as i do now but with limited memory.
i will remember you,
if we start over again.
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