The idea of self

I had this dream in which she was my girlfriend.
Now of course I know how that makes me sound like I'm a hopeless romantic.
But I like to think that I am not.
Mainly because
After all
I think she is.

I see it.
I see it happening every moment of every day.
There is just something that keeps me from saying what it is I want.
Something very much my own.

The End

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