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I'm not sure of your name or where you are
but I think of you often.
I can't help but believe that the thought of me
flashes across your mind, too.
Maybe you're tall.
Maybe you like your coffee black.
Maybe you'll challenge me
and show me the beauty in things I'd never notice.
I'll meet you, if I haven't already,
at an inconvenient time.
But we will know.
It will wash over us
like a soft, warm wind on a summer night,
like the taste of our favorite flavor,
like the sweet reminder of a memory.
As if we're each living it all over again.
Except it'll be different.
We will be different..
We will change one another.
Not for better or for worse.
Just for.
I'm not sure I know your name,
but I will find you.
I promise.