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I dearly hope that one day I can look at you again without my heart shattering.
That I can touch your hand without second-guessing it,
without my eyes searching yours for a deeper meaning in all this.
So that I can talk to you without gazing at every beauty mark I so adore.
So that I can look back at the moments we spent together with a feeling of felicity,
instead of lying in bed late at night, unable to sleep
because you consume my every thought.
I hope for all that —
but until then, I am stuck in this seemingly endless love story,
one that only I am able to read,
because for you, the pages are blank.