My Imagination

In my imagination

she asked me why I spend so much time alone

and I said

“There is no one else like you, and you’ve been away.”

In my imagination

she asked me why I look down instead of up

and I said

“I’ve realized that no one will ever know me the way I thought you did.”

In my imagination

she cared.

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