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I don’t think I ever stopped loving you. It’s not healthy for me to ponder what we could’ve been as I drift into soft slumber night after night, but you haunt me.

Every thought of you aches in my brain, sending shockwaves through my exhausted body, reminding me gently of your touch.

I think I’ll always be in love with you. I don’t know how I’ll deal with that. But for tonight, I pretend I’m yours as I drift slowly back to dreams, alternate realities where you never left in the first place.