Dear you,
I just never thought this could get more and more intense. I seriously have no idea why. You came into my dream like every single night while I actually don't think about you or miss you anyway. At the first time I thought it was 'just a dream'. But as you come over and over again into my dream, doing many sweet things to me, I just feel like there's something growing inside me. I just feel like you're so real to me. You wipe every single tear drowning on my face. Just like an afternoon wind that accompanied my lonely path of life, you come and then you go nowhere.
Dear, I wish you were real, wish you dream about me, too. I just wish you were real. I have no idea why this thing grows on me. Yeah this thing... well, I don't know what I should call it anyway.
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