Lately, I've been having dreams about you more and more often. When I wake up, I picture your face in perfect detail. I haven't been able to do that in years. But I still wonder if you secretly miss me. I secretly miss you. I turn around at least once everyday in that class we have together and sneak a peak at you.
I wonder what went wrong. I wonder if we could have gotten through it if I had just held on for a little bit longer. But I guess we'll never know.
I want my time machine now, please.
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