My dreams control my life. I fell asleep last night and dream of S, and I woke up with all my feelings for him resurrected. I do this to myself, I let them get under my skin and I go over the heartbreak all over again. I miss him now. I miss him and I want him and I'd give him anything to know where he is. The tragedy of it all though is that I know that I will never find out. I will never see him again, or hear of him, I will never know more than I already do. The thought terrifies me. How is it possible that when we're children we feel so much? And when we grow into adults, the feelings become numb, we're unable to give ourselves away with the same strength?
S, I want to believe in magic strings. Come find me, and I'll come fly away with you.
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