Jealous of each person who touched you, who laughed with you, who hugged you, who felt your skin, who saw your smile, who felt your smell, who heard your voice, who listened to your breath, who saw your walk, who saw you even in the corner, who felt your presence, who knows you exist in meat and bone.
I just think of you like a illusion, a inanimate person, a dream, anything unachievable, anything i can't get. But when I think of you, it's like flying. It transports me to another space, to your only space in my head, heart, brain. Forget we got old, I want to meet you, I need you.
It seems impossible.
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